10-year-old me was having a nice conversation with my dad and mom about my wedding.
Mummy said at my wedding that she would wear her crocheted dress since she loved to crochet.
My mom had crocheted a lot of nice dresses. She even planned to open a brand to start her crochet business.
She recreated a lot of designers' dresses. She even promised to crochet my wedding dress.
When I heard she wanted to crochet my wedding dress, I was surprised.
I had never seen a bridal crochet dress before. But my mom promised it would be unique and beautiful.
All those promises, gone!
She was lying in the grave, unable to move.
"Who was going to crochet my dress?" I thought to myself.
But Mum wouldn't be happy with my plain wedding gown, which had no designs as she expected.
I still remembered Daddy and Mummy smiling while they talked about the wedding.
They both shared this bond that remains unexplained.
By examining their eyes, you could see the depth of their love for each other.
I had always admired their relationship and wanted my future husband and me to have the kind of bond they had.
But I was getting married to someone I didn't even know, so how was I supposed to have that kind of bond with the person?
Daddy mentioned what he wanted my wedding to be like after Mummy completed her gown analysis.
Daddy said, "We couldn't focus on the wedding gown. There was a lot of planning to do, especially with the food."
"Food was important, so as the bride's father, I should have gotten the biggest part."
I could remember how we all laughed when my dad kept talking about food.
My dad was someone who loved to eat but never gets chubby. He could eat a whole human and still not have been chubby.
My dad shifted from the food talk and started boasting. He mentioned he would invite many people to the wedding.
He made mention of several friends and said he would brag a lot on that day.
The talk about my wedding lasted for hours. It turned into a competition between my mom and dad.
Mummy said Daddy's friends were too many. She wouldn't let so many come to the wedding. She had already picked her own friends to attend.
So, there wouldn't be space for Daddy's friends.
They kept arguing, and the only thing I could do at that moment was to stare and enjoy the moment.
They both looked cute when they argued.
Daddy stood up, looked at me, held my hands, and said;
"I wanted you to always be happy in life. I wish you got a lovely and caring man who would take good care of you.
I became so emotional to the extent that tears began to roll down my face.
My dad looked at me, smiled, and added,
"Make sure the man looked like me."
Immediately, he said that I would burst into laughter. I was expecting to hear something like that.
Mummy cut my laughter by saying.
"Didn't you want to get married to someone who looks like your father? Or do you think your father was not handsome enough?"
I had to explain that that was not the reason why I laughed.
I laughed because I hadn't heard Dad say something like that before, and it sounded funny.
I then assured my mom that I would get married to someone who looked exactly like my dad and no one else.
We all laughed after I made the statement.
Remembering those moments brought fresh tears to my eyes.
The memories kept lingering in my thoughts.
I was still lost in my thoughts when my phone rang again.
It was still the same number that had been calling me.
I picked up my phone while my hands were shaking.
I thought it was only fear, but I noticed beads of sweat forming on my forehead.
I started finding it difficult to breathe.
My phone fell from my hand.
Immediately, I reached for water. My hands trembled while I drank the water, indicating my nervousness.
I was having a panic attack, I thought to myself. Why and how?
Why would a phone call give me a panic attack? I had likely been bottling up too much already.
I picked up the phone and dialed the number. There was no response.
I stepped out of the room, gasped for air. As I was about to trip, the nurse who came along with my dad caught me.
She saw the way I had been shaking and breathing, then she asked if something was wrong, to which I told her nothing was wrong.
She grabbed my hand and took me to the couch to sit. She began to check me by checking my heartbeat.
I kept on telling her I was fine so she could leave me alone.
She finally agreed after enduring significant pressure from me.
I went back to my room, and that was when I began thinking about my mom all over again.
My chest tightened more. It was like something was burning my chest.
The burning sensation only got worse.
My mom's image emerged in my imagination with vivid detail.
At this point, the imagination looked real. It was as if she were in the room with me.
"Was I running mad?" 'Oh! No.
be sent to the mental asylum if I keep acting like this.
Or should I approach the nurse and explain that I was starting to see my mom as if she were right there with me?
That was the same as seeing ghosts. She would give her full recommendation for the mental asylum.
As I lost myself in my thoughts, the call came in again.
This time, I was desperate to answer the call.
I wanted to know who the mystery caller was.
As I answered the call, a male voice echoed through the phone.
I was so shocked!
He introduced himself as the man who had requested my hand in marriage to save my dad's business.
I felt terrified.
"How on earth did he get my number?" I thought to myself.
I wanted to ask him questions, but my words couldn't come out of my mouth.
I became dumb within a short period.
The next thing I heard was, "I would like to meet you before the wedding."
What he said surprised me. I also wanted to meet him before the wedding.
In fact, I had already said to myself that I was going to tell my dad to allow me to meet the man before getting married.
Immediately, he requested the meet-up, and he cut the call.
"What a strange man"!
His tone was different from that of other men.
Though he had a deep voice, there was something more to the deepness of his voice.
"It was deeper than usual," I thought.
It felt uncomfortable.
My throat clotted at the thought of the man.
I began to imagine what he would look like in real life.
I became so desperate to meet him.
"I must meet him at all costs"!
"Who can this man be? How would he look in person?
"Was he a terrible person"?
"What if he turned out to be a good person in the end?"
"But someone who could suggest something like that cannot be a good person."
"Or he had been watching me for a while to make me his, and he finally found the right moment to do it."
"Or was he an enemy trying to get revenge?".
All these thoughts kept running through my head.
The thought came nonstop. It was as if my head was going to explode.
My head became so heavy.
I had already developed a very terrible headache.
The headache became so severe.
I sat on my bed while I grabbed my head.
I stood up from the bed and looked all around my room for pain relief, forgetting that it had finished.
At that moment, I didn't know what else to do.
That was when the thought of the nurse crossed my mind.
Since she was a nurse, she should have some sort of medication she could give to me.
I opened my room to go to the nurse.
My headache worsened, and this time around, I was already dizzy.
I realized my vision was unclear.
My eyes became blurry.
Someone walked me to the sitting room in a drowsy state.
I looked around but couldn't find her.
'But I left her here; where could she have gone?" I thought to myself.
Oh! No! What was going to happen now!
I went to all possible places she could be, including my dad's room, but she wasn't there.
The time I went to my dad's room, he was already fast asleep.
The drowsiness got worse.
The last place I went to search for the nurse was inside the kitchen.
The moment I st
epped out of the kitchen, I heard a loud sound in my ear.
And that was the last thing I heard before I ended up on the floor, lying unconscious.
It was a total blackout.