A weight in silence
445 Words
Two minutes later, a nurse rushed out and said, “Sir, we are sorry, but she didn’t make it.” My heart dropped. Dad was no longer sweating, but his eyes were still wide with horror.
“No, it can't be my wife. It must be someone else,” he stammered. The nurse looked at us with pity and said, “Sir, we are sorry. We did all we could. The baby is on life support.” Dad dropped into the chair with his head in his hands.
“No, it’s not possible! Please tell me you are joking!” I screamed. The nurse patted my shoulder and left. I cried my eyes out. An hour later, the doctor rushed out. Dad raised his head, his eyes hollow. “Sir, both mother and son couldn’t make it.”
Dad dropped to his knees and cried. For the first time, I saw him cry. “Please, doctor, can I see my wife?” The doctor sighed and led us to the room near her lifeless body and the baby. He rushed beside her and knelt down. He gently held her hand, crying, “Baby, please open your eyes.” I was just holding her hand, crying like a baby too. We cried and cried, but we couldn't bring her back.
They covered her body and carried her out with my little brother by her side. Dad was standing, eyes hollow, looking so broken, while I was just looking at the wall, my eyes red and swollen.
Two days later, we went home. Dad didn't talk to me or even eat anything. He was always hugging Mom's pillow, saying, “My red rose,” which he always called her because of her red hair. This left me sad and depressed. My grades dropped a lot, and I had dark circles under my eyes. People always asked me what happened, but I just said it was nothing.
One day in class, my close friend Lily cornered me and said, “Aria, what is going on? Why do you look so broken?” I just shook my head, my eyes hollow. “Talk to me, Aria. You are not usually like this.” My eyes watered, and I sobbed into her shoulders. “Mom... and my brother,” I cried. Her eyes widened. “Oh God, Aria, I am so sorry.” She comforted me.
Two months later, I was still recovering when the door opened. I saw Dad with a woman who wasn't quite as stunning as my mom. She was with a girl around my age. Dad stepped forward...
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