Lila
I rushed in to see the machines attached to my mother being removed one after the other. I held her hands and tried to call her name, but my mouth failed me—I couldn’t speak. I don't know if it was the pain or the bile forming in my throat due to the tears, but my throat felt clogged, no words could pass through it.
I knelt beside her bed with her hand in mine and kept crying. I wished there was a way I could ease her pain before dying. I wished she hadn’t died in such a cruel manner.
“Lila, you have to let go of your mom, she needs to be taken care of,” Brian said, as he and Dominic approached me. His hands rested on my shoulders, and I knew he was only trying to console me.
“You don’t understand Brian,” I finally managed to say, “I can’t let her go.” I sniffed my nose, “I can
