I watched Diane as she still lay on her bed, still not being able to move since yesterday when the ugly incident happened. Till this moment, I still blamed myself for what happened.
Just this morning, I noticed her skin going pale and her breathing shallow. I was scared that I had caused this. I was afraid that I might have caused her the pain she was experiencing.
I was still grieving about the fact that I was in search of my mother and now, this? What the hell was actually going on?
“She'll be okay. The illness is making it hard for her to have a fast recovery but she'll be okay.” The doctor told us.
I was relieved when I heard that. I.could easily breathe now but was still a little agitated.
As I sat there waiting for her to open her eyes finally, I thought of all the ways I could
