Chapter 1
Silvia pushed the door open as she tried to exit her boss's office. It was her duty to make sure she cleaned the office every morning before his arrival.
“I am sorry, sir.” She bumped into her boss and mistakenly spilled a cup of water on his shirt. This was a really tense moment because she could see her boss fuming in great anger.
“What is the matter with you?” Ralph asked angrily. Ralph had just arrived at the office in a really bad mood, and this was not the best way to start his day. This shows how careless Silvia is.
“I am really sorry, sir,” Silvia kept pleading to receive mercy from her boss. But Ralph is a man who hardly lets a mistake go unpunished.
“I will let you go today because it is just a cup of water. Next time, you'll be pleading that I should let you die”, he threatened, with a firm look on his face.
“Thank you so much, sir.” she scurried off from his sight before he could change his mind.
“That was close”, she said under her breath. She had other places to clean in the company as well.
“Good morning, Rebecca”, she said. She was on her way to the changing room when she met Rebecca gorgeously walking into the company.
Rebecca and Silbia have been friends since high school. Silvia was not to go to college anyway, but Rebecca had the opportunity, by the way.
“Hey, Silvia. You're looking tense this morning. I hope everything is alright” She could read through the expression on Silvia's face with ease.
“Yes, I just spilled a cup of water on the boss this morning. I barely escaped his wrath” she replied, as she heaved a deep sigh of relief.
“That was close. He's easy to anger” Rebecca smiled as she gave Silvia a soft pat on the back.
Rebecca walked to her office. While Silvia returned to her work.
When Silvia was done for the day, she used some little money she had in her to go for a little grocery shopping.
Her mother was alone at home, so she was eager to return on time to prepare lunch for her.
“Mum! I'm home!” She announced her presence as she entered the house.
The house was awfully quiet, and this caused her to worry. “Mum”, she called out as she walked towards her room.
She found the kettle whistling in the kitchen, so she quickly went to turn it off.
She looked very perplexed and troubled as she approached her mother's room.
She pushed the door open slowly, and her eyes were greeted by a rather troubling and shirking sight.
Her mother was lying on the ground, unconscious, and unaware of her environment.
“Mum! Mum!! Mum!!!”, she hurriedly rushed to where her mother was lying on the ground and tried to check if she had life in her.
Her mother wasn't responding to impulses, and there were droplets of blood on the ground.
She didn't find any injury on her mother's body. This insinuated that this was not a result of an injury.
Without wasting much time, Silvia, who was trying to get a hold of her emotions, grabbed her phone and called an ambulance.
In less than 2 minutes, the ambulance arrived at her house and carried her straight to the hospital.
Silvia paced the waiting room as she waited to get a reply from the doctor or nurses who had carried her mother into the emergency ward.
Silvia was not ready to lose her mother now. Her mother is the only person she had while growing up.
She was single-handedly raised and nurtured by her mother.
She watched her mother go through hell, just to make sure that she survived.
The only memory Silvia has about her father is seeing her father leaving the house for work when she was still 4 years old. Unluckily, her father didn't return again.
The only thing that came back was the news of his demise.
“Please, just sit down, ma. The doctor will be with you shortly”. The nurse standing at the reception tried to make Silvia calm.
“I can't. It is totally impossible. I can't be calm when my mother is inside there struggling for her life”. Silvia found it hard to accept the advice of the nurse.
Silvia didn't have a hold on her emotions again. She just broke down in tears because she felt so overwhelmed by what was happening around her.
While she was still trying to hold back the tears, the doctor walked out briskly into the reception.
“Doc! My mother, how is she?” she asked curiously. Her face was filled with so much worry and anxiety.
“Miss Silvia, right? The daughter of Mrs Theresa”, he enquired.
“Yes sir”, she affirmed with a nod.
“Follow me”, he said as he ushered her to his office. He gestured to her to take a seat, which she obliged to without wasting time.
Silvia's breathing and heart rate had gone up, and she could not stop sweating profusely, as anxiety just had the best of her.
“How is my mother? Talk to me doctor”, she pleaded. The doctor was just trying to brace himself while he sat properly on his chair.
“Relax ma'am. Your mother is fine. She is not dead. I need you to calm down,” he said.
A sensation that felt like a feeling of great ease just overwhelmed Silvia. She heaved a deep sigh of relief as she cleaned off the sweat on her face, with a scarf she was holding.
“Can I go and see her now?”, she made an attempt to stand up from the chair quickly.
“Wait! I haven't finished talking with you ma”, the doctor called her attention back immediately.
The doctor looked like he had something really serious to tell Silvia, and she could tell from the look on his face.
“Your mother, I found something. Here is the test result”, he handed the result report to her.
