I'm now walking inside, so clean and too white.. the smell hits my nostrils the smell of a combination of strong antiseptics and disinfectants, such as bleach and isopropyl alcohol, along with the smells of bodily fluids, medications, and even faint organic waste like fermented urine, the cold air hits my skin..
i walked through the hallway, i heard faint beeping and shouting, some were crying.. i opened the cold white door holding a bouquet of white roses mixed with purple lilac i saw my mother already sitting in her bed a big smile formed to her face as she saw me open the door, i hid the sour expression on my face with a forced smile..
i began to softly inhale then began to walk over to my mother, she looked at me with nothing but pure love and joy her smile almost reaching her eyes, i held back my tears as i gave her the bouquet.
"ma, I'm here did you eat already?"
My eyes were trying to keep calm and my voice almost shaking, my eyes burning, ready to pour out like a waterfall...
"you worry too much my dear, you know mama never skips her meals"
my mother's calm soft voice seeped through my skin.. the soft voice that soothed me when i was a baby, the sweet soft words my mother used to me whenever i get hurt..
The smile that always have a dimple on her right cheek..
Someone then knocked, wearing white lab coat, wearing a mask and blue gloves. She held up a white envelope, then asked to talk in private. I agreed then got outside.
"Ms. Amiea, about your mother's condition. I have a good news and also... bad news, which one first?"
I held my breath as i heard the doctor told me that there will be bad news..
"maybe you can start with the bad news.."
My body feels weak.. I kept myself strong, for my mother's health... As the doctor inhaled sharply, i prepared for the impact..
"well.. As for the bad news, your mother has to under go surgery and it will cost you too much than your salary"
I froze in shock, my body felt stiff as i hear the bad news.. My throat felt dry and i couldn't form any words.. i bit my lower lip to try and think about my salary.
"Well what's the good news then?"
"the good news is someone is cover the expenses, but.. It's not just someone his a higher class doctor in this country and wanted something from you in return."
My expression is mixed with joy and confusion, the thought of someone liking me when i literally look like a servant.
"Well i might as well take my leave, thank you doc for telling me, and could you please inform my mother about me leaving for now, thank you."
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Walking home .. Exhausted and my body feels so heavy, all i want is to rest and just have a nice meal, being a breadwinner of our family feels tiring but I can't risk seeing my family burn they're own flesh and drink their own blood just to live a normal life.
I feel the cold air seeping as i walk, the heavy bag makes my arms feel like their about fall off my body. I hear a car stop behind me.. I then increase my pace in walking, The moment i heard the car door open and get slammed close behind..
"wait.."
That voice feels familiar.. Is it..?