I woke up in the white room and my head still hurt, I was still a bit dizzy but I managed. Am I in the hospital? Is it real life or have I passed away? The questions that went through my mind, I remember because I took a lot of medicine in the room and I did not leave a single one. I sat on the bed and looked around. I saw my mother sitting in the chair by my side.
This is not a dream, maybe I am still alive. I raised my hand and looked at it. I saw the dextrose attached to me. I tapped myself to check if I was still alive or not. I felt my hand on my face. I am truly alive, very much alive. I was surprised when my mother woke up and she called my name. “Thank God you woke up my baby.” Mom said. I heard her crying at me.
I felt her fear of losing me to her. I also felt guilty about
