Family Bonds.. (part 3)


I wake up with a start. I quickly get dressed and rush to the hospital.

I run into my mother's room.. I thank God that she looks better.
Sitting down besides her, I take her hands in mine.
"I love you mum.." I say. "You read my diary, didn't you?" She asks. Her voice is a whisper. It is lifeless and weak. I nod my head, not being able to speak.
She lifts my hand and kisses it. She then places it over her chest. Her heart beats are slow..
"I'm sorry." I say.
"Don't be. I always knew you would come back someday." She smiles.

We look at each other..tears fill in both our eyes. I hold her hand tight.
"You will be fine mum. You need to fight." I say.
"Now that you are here, I will fight.."
..........

(A week later)
I walk into my room. It looks brighter now. I lift the picture that was hanging on the wall. I replace it, and hang it back.
I look at it and smile.
It's a picture of a girl holding her parents hands. It's a picture of a happy family.
The girl is me. The two people on my sides are the ones who never stopped caring..

It's my parent's anniversary today. I bake a cake for my mother. I help her cut the cake and feed her. She's happy. She looks beautiful.
Once she falls asleep, I cuddle her into my arms and fall asleep besides her.

I will keep her safe, just the way she did when I was a kid..
.......

So, I did manage a happy ending :)
Thanks to all of you for your wonderful comments and for reading :)
Take Care!

Comments

  1. Confused SoulNovember 4, 2011 at 4:26 AM

    aww thank you for a happy ending.. though I was still craving for a bit more.. this is good work PhilO :D

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  2. Brian MillerNovember 4, 2011 at 6:24 AM

    i think you did well with it...i hope again she finds love and balance between family and love...

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  3. Rahul BhatiaNovember 4, 2011 at 7:31 AM

    Philo, am so happy with this nice ending and your lovely comment you left on my blog!!Wish your family bonds grow stronger by the day as the parents stand like pillars to support...

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  4. suvaibaNovember 4, 2011 at 8:12 AM

    hieeeeeeeeeeeee.... thanks for that comment..!
    yes you managed a happy ending
    moms are so dear.. too dear to be kep away .. too dear to loose them. i love my mom...
    omg i got emotional..! :)
    <3 i loved this little story.! :)

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  5. FloydNovember 4, 2011 at 1:04 PM

    This is very nice indeed.

    Take a look at my series too
    http://echoes23.blogspot.com/2011/11/emily-heart-of-gold.html

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  6. Red HandedNovember 5, 2011 at 1:54 AM

    Such a cute series this was. Loved the ending. Mothers are worth everything! Parents are really living Gods.

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  7. RahulNovember 5, 2011 at 3:03 AM

    :-) sweet ending...congrats...:-)

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  8. Superrrnickkk...!!!!November 5, 2011 at 1:15 PM

    aaahhaaaa :):) a happy ending indeed and it was really sweet and brilliant too :) and somebody was telling me that they couldn't write stories with happy ending :P P

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  9. Someone is SpecialNovember 5, 2011 at 1:45 PM

    you did well and I love happy endings..

    Someone is Special

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  10. Someone is SpecialNovember 5, 2011 at 1:50 PM

    you did well and I love happy endings..

    Someone is Special

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  11. Pramoda MeduriNovember 5, 2011 at 8:05 PM

    lovely one, i missed the other parts.. i will check them too.;)

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  12. AnonymousNovember 23, 2011 at 8:53 AM

    Two of us read this together.
    One of us nearly cried...
    Wonderful and awe-inspiring. Keep it up.

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