CHAPTER 25
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CHAPTER 25
I opened my eyes and was greeted by a white ceiling. I blinked repeatedly as the light blinded me.
"Aubree!" I turned my gaze to where Mom was. "Aubree! How are you feeling?" I checked myself to see if anything hurt or anything.
"Can I have some water, mama?" I asked instead to answer her question. She immediately went to the table where the water was and poured some into a glass. I lifted myself slightly to sit on the hospital bed.
"Here!" I took the water from my mother and drank immediately. After giving me the glass and putting it aside, she came to me, combed my hair and smiled.
"The doctor is coming to check on you again, are you not dizzy anymore? Or does your head hurt or what kind of pain are you feeling? I told you not to go to the office, but you're a stubborn kid, you can't handle it."
"What happened, Ma?" I asked.
"Because of your high fever and over fatigue, you fainted earlier, so they immediately brought you here to the hospital." I got nervous because of what she said.
"W-who brought me, Mom? The kids?" Because the last person I was with when I fainted was… I shook my head because it was impossible.
"Your boss, honey, but something happened so he's not here now. Thank goodness your coworker called us at home about what happened to you. Your dad is at home, watching the kids, so I'm the only one here taking good care of you, your friends were here earlier but they went home because it was already late."
"Really? Wait! How many days have I been in the hospital?"
"It's been two days now, honey, so we just told the kids not to come here to the hospital, Freya might excited again, you know that kid, she's scared of needles and she might faint like you, you two would be lying here now." I nodded at what Mom said.
"Ma… "
"Hmmm… "
"We saw each other," I confessed to her.
"Who?"
"Him."
I saw sadness in Mom's eyes, but it quickly disappeared and was replaced by anger.
"The father of the children?"
"Yes, Mama. Just don't tell papa that we saw each other and… well… he's my boss." I said.
"The children?" Mom asked instead. I sighed. I don't know what to answer.
"I don't want their paths to cross with the kids, Mom, if possible."
"Honey!" I shook my head, trying to stop the abundant tears from falling from my eyes.
"I can't, Ma, I can't… it's still fresh, Ma… the wounds he left me. Those times…" I couldn't continue what I was saying because I was just sobbing to my mother who kept wiping my tears while she was also crying.
"Calm down, honey, I understand you. I'm a mother too, but honey. You know, we can't change the past, but believe me, give your heart freedom, it doesn't mean you're going back to him, but give your heart forgiveness. Because you know, if that anger, hatred, resentment is still there, you won't have peace of mind. If the day comes when the father and son's paths cross. Give them a chance to get to know him, but as a mother who wasn't there for whatever you experienced with him, you're the only one who knows, honey. You're the only one who decides what you think is best for everyone. Forget and forgive, it's up to you, honey."
"I'm scared, Ma, that… if he finds out he has a child with me, he'll take the kids and I won't have any rights to them, Ma, they're powerful, I-I don't want to, they're my life, Mom." I cried uncontrollably in front of my mother. I'm like a lost child who wants comfort.
"That will never happen, honey, we'll fight them, I won't let them take my grandchildren either."
"Ma!"
"Calm down, honey, now, you don't have to do anything but rest and recover, your angels are waiting for you at home. Both of them are crying because you're not by their side, especially at night." I nodded at Mom.
The nurse came to check on me and because I was tired from crying, I immediately fell asleep. I'll call the kids tomorrow so they won't notice my voice is hoarse from crying.
"Ma," I smiled as I called out to my children at the same time as we got out of the taxi. Freya was jumping while waiting for me at the door.
She was holding a sampaguita flower while showing it to me.
"Freya… Maynard!"
"Mama! Mama! I miss you mama." What I thought was just a simple call turned out to be a sob. Because I could already touch them, I didn't waste a moment and immediately greeted my children who were running towards me.
"Babies… "
"Mama," I hugged them tightly, I hadn't been with them for a few days because the doctors thought it was better for me to recover before being released from the hospital. "Mama! Is mama feeling okay now? There's no more bad in our mama's body?" I smiled at Freya.
"There's no more, mama is well now, we can kiss and hug mama tightly-"
I hadn't even stood up properly when they immediately hugged and kissed me tightly. I cried not because I regretted giving birth to them, but I cried because I have them in my zigzag way of life. They taught me to straighten myself out. My world is uncertain, but my children are one of the reasons I fight, they gave me the strength to be with them in my life.
"I love you both. I love you Freya and Maynard, always and forever. Mama loves you both."
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