KAIA REYES
The door clicked shut behind Aunt Maya, and I was left alone with my mother.
I let out a slow breath and sat down on the chair beside the hospital bed. The room felt colder now, heavier, like her absence has created a huge hole.
I stared at my mother..., at the pale, drawn expression on her face, at the cast that held her leg up in a sling. I still couldn’t believe it—seeing her like this, broken, vulnerable. She had always been so unshakable, so sharp-tongued and upright. To see her laid up in a hospital bed like this was surreal.
But I was so relieved it was just a fracture and nothing more.
How hard I want to make things better between my mother and I.. but it's almost not possible. And earlier, When Aunt Maya had informed me about the accident, I felt scared of loosing
