Asa narrating:
— Mom? — My voice came out as a whisper, almost inaudible. Desperate.
I ran my hand over her lifeless face, the life that once shone in her eyes now submerged in darkness. I didn't want to believe what I was seeing. Her warmth had disappeared, and coldness began to settle in every part of me.
My mother, in recent times, may have been a person without feelings, cold. But I would never, ever wish for this to happen. Not to her, not to my sister. My sister who died with my nephew in her belly...
I was overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions: pain, guilt, denial. The scene before me unfolded like a horror movie.
Even with everything that happened between us, all I wanted was for them to be okay, even if it meant fighting, but at least they would be alive...
I was feeling gu
