A Deal With Devil

"God didn't hear my prays. So, I made a deal with the devil." - My world crumbled when I received the grim news: my mother was in the final stage of lung cancer. The memory of her smile from just yesterday seemed like a distant dream, while she lay lifeless in that sterile hospital room. The walls, once a source of comfort, now felt suffocating, closing in on me with every passing moment. Unbeknownst to me, tears streamed down my cheeks as I grappled with the overwhelming despair that had enveloped my heart. My fervent prayers to God had seemingly fallen on deaf ears, leaving me increasingly desperate. Each minute that slipped by felt like a cruel theft, robbing me of precious time with my mother. I was overwhelmed by frustration, helplessness, and an agonizing sense of powerlessness. With my options dwindling, I found myself standing at the precipice of desperation, staring into the abyss of the unknown. It was then that I made a choice I never thought I would consider. It was my final, desperate gambit, the ultimate act of surrender. I struck a chilling bargain, sealing a pact with the devil himself, hoping against hope that it might save the one person I couldn't bear to lose. And so, in that moment of desperation, I did something which I shouldn't have done, fully aware of the consequences that awaited, but unable to see any other way to save my mother. It was my last resort, if not only. So, I made a deal with devil.