Gianna's POV
“Mom, mommy… thank you… mom..” Here I am, holding my mom's hand tightly. It’s almost an hour since I’ve been here, sitting beside her and waiting for to respond to me.
I don’t know what to say, I just keep calling her but no coherent words will come out from my mouth. I cried because I am thankful and happy that she’s finally conscious but then here she is, staring at the ceiling blankly without even telling a word.
“Ms. Your time to visit the patient is over. We need to do some test to monitor her spine.” The doctor tap my shoulder and I went out of the room with tears pooling on my eyes.
A while ago, my pain subsides a bit but then again, it’s all coming back. I’m tired of crying, I’m tired of praying and tired of hoping that we can surpass this tragic period of our li
