THINGS WILL NEVER CHANGE FOR US AT ALL

“Look at the stars look how they shine for you and everything you do, Yeah they were all yellow I came along I wrote a song for you and all the things you do and it was called yellow.” I’m listening to a song entitled yellow by coldplay. I recall my father had space science books in his library and I would take a gander at the comets and get some information about them and he told me whenever he was finished working at the computer, we could head outside and check out the stars and this melody was playing and it made me so glad I teared up, like that memory makes me so cheerful in light of the fact that I recollect how brimming with despairing everything was and oh, I didn’t even realize that I’m already crying. I wish I could hug him right now, I could tell him how sad and empty mother is since he left us. My dad left us for another woman, which happened to be my mothers bestfriend. I feel so wretched for my mother. She was the best, cheery,kindest and purest person that I know. It happened because one day she was diagnosed with leukemia. The chemo weakened her immune system so much that she contracted bacterial meningitis and that was the start of the most painful days of our lives. I could still picture the moments that I saw my mother suffering from this painful shitty leukemia that almost snatched away my mother from me. I saws the bruises on her legs, on her back,the faint look in her eyes. The energy it took just to get up. Mother went through about a month and a half in the ICU, for the most part under weighty sedation and oblivious. After various seizures (one of them two hours in length), two cerebrum medical procedures and weighty anti-infection agents, the meningitis was at last taken care of. I believe it was a miracle. And I have heard a couple doctors refer to her that way too. Seeing her like that felt like my heart was being stabbed a thousand times that I couldn’t afford to breath anymore. That time I was depressed and I couldn’t even focus on my studies, but what broke me is that one time I skipped my class in Highschool because I felt like my mom’s gonna die and I could not afford to not see her in her last breath,I was overthinking and ran to the hospital as fast as I can. As I was walking down the hallway I saw two familiar people kissing each other. I saw treachery. Violation of faith; betrayal of trust and an act of unfaithfulness. I saw my father kissing my mom’s bestfriend which I respect so much as much as I do towards my mom. And then they saw me, my father took a step forward slowly and said. “kris.. H-honey.. i-it’s not what you think.” The moment I saw my father’s eyes torn my heart into pieces. I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what to say. His guilty eyes hits my core, all of my parents memories together crushed my soul. It was like a flashback of all those sweet moments of them. My mom cooking us breakfast with my father on her side watching her like she’s bringing a person back to life, watching my dad amazed by my mom and then now I saw my dad passionately kissed a different woman was like excruciating. “Dad..” I whimpered. “W-what are you doing? Mom is not dead yet.. HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO HER?!” I shouted all out of anger as my voice echoed around the hallway. I ran and bumped into my bestfriend. I looked at him and cried my eyes out. He looked at my father and then took me home. He brought me to my room carrying me in a bridal position and as soon as I landed my bed I dozed off.