Story About Mother,S Love

No one knows how much a mother loves her children. There’s no measuring instrument that can measure it. For as long as she’s breathing, there exist the words ‘immesurable and unconditional love’.

For an ordinary child, life is about playing, running around with some friends and enjoying life’s greatest gifts and treasures. But for a nine-year-old Riza Astute who’s suffering under the curse of heart deficiency and having a weak lungs, life is an endless struggle in finding the cure for her sickness. Beside her is a loving mother, who never fails to encourage her in fighting her sickness, cries with her, and most importantly, her mother that never left her when she needed her the most.

Mom, I wanna give up. Let’s give this fight up,” she said, crying. They had been in the hospital for almost three months already, waiting for the cure.

No Baby, the doctor said there’s still a cure,” her mother cried while giving her a tight hug. A hug that assured her about not giving up. An assurance of the cure that had long been waited.

There’s no cure Mom, why can’t we just accept it?” sadness colored the tone of her  trembling voice, her mother never loosen the tightness of the hug.

The doctor said that the heart transplant will going to work. Just… don’t give up. Please Baby, for me,” her mother pleaded, sobbing. She saw the naked panic in her eyes.

But there’s no heart donor,” her voice grown higher, trying to be more reasonable as she could be.

Yes there is,” she fell silent, replaying her mother’s words in her mind. “The doctor said she’s right in the operating room now, so they’re going to send you to the O.R,” she continued.

Like who the hell would going to give her own life for a worthless dying child. For Pete’s sake Mom,” she said, tears welled up, she reached up to wipe them away before they could spill over.

I don’t know. Let’s be thankful that there’s a donor. I’m going to thank her with all my life, and I’m going to spend all our money to win you back.” She kissed her daughter’s forehead.

Before she could respond her thank you words, three nurse got in the room and took her to the operating room.

They had injected her loads of anaesthetic medicines which made her close her watery eyes and fell into silent, dreamy sleep.

The operation took a little over five hours longer than it should be and was successful. Thanks be to her heart donor and of course, to God.

It took three days before she finally woke up. She saw her family looking at her anxiously, wide eyed. She searched for her mother but couldn’t find her.

Where’s Mom?” she asked when finally, she’d regained her strength and consciousness.

At the house, taking a sleep,” her brother was the one to answer the question.

I wanna see Mom.” Her voice was rather a command than a request.

Sure you can?

Yeah! Perfectly sure. I wanna get out of this white place.

Well then,I’m going to pay for the bills,” replied her father.

When she got home – excited by the thought of coming home again and seeing her mother – she was shocked to see too many people – most of them were their neighbors – crowding their place. She felt a sudden surge of panic flooding through her, her pulse was thudding in her ears. She put one arm over her heart. It drummed hyperactively over her palm.

She wheeled her wheelchair, entering the front door. She saw her grandparents crying, mourning over a dead body lying inside the coffin. She went directly into it and cried as she saw the face of her lifeless mother under the glass of the coffin, sleeping peacefully,smiling to her.

She died really happy…” she flinched when she saw her father on her side, she felt the need of hugging him, “… she died really happy giving you her heart.” That stung her. She shouted NO, but the words slithered out of her mouth in a silent – almost unheard – whisper. She fell on her wobbling knees and leaned her head closer to her mother’s as another wave of ache and sadness washed over her.