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My World
“Your mom is in a coma,” the doctor said with a look of sadness. The words rolled of his tongue and hit me like a dagger. All the walls began to spin and my vision was blurred from the tears crawling down my cheek. My stomach tied itself in a knot as I stared down at the cream tiled floor. My world came crumbling down right before my very eyes. She got into a car accident on her way to work because some idiot failed to yield. I hate people. I hate what that idiot did to my mom. What if she never wakes up? What will my dad do? What will I do? All these questions kept whirling around my head. There was a ringing in my ear and I couldn’t get it to stop. I wanted to throw my head into a wall I was so distraught. My sister came up to me and asked, “Is mom going to be okay?”
I couldn’t help but put a smile on my face and say, “Yes, she’ll be fine. She just got hurt and needs the doctors to fix her.” I couldn't tell my sister my mom might not wake up. She’s so young and innocent, and doesn’t need me telling her how cruel this world actually is. I felt guilty not telling the truth but I couldn’t bring myself to break her heart.
My sister laid her head on my shoulder and began to sob. I could feel the wet ugly tears seeping into my t shirt. I didn’t want to cry anymore. I didn't want her to cry anymore. I prayed and prayed for my mom to be okay but the only thing I could do was wait. Sage and I waited and waited. Hope was all we had and all we need.
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