For many years her mother was sick but didn’t realize how bad her condition’ had become.

Anne was my mother’s name. she was woman in her 40’s, hardworking and relied on only herself to take care of her only child. Me her youngest daughter Jewel was a cheerful but shy at times, I was 8-year-old that lived right her mother and wanted to be by her side through thick and thin.

“Mommy are you feeling better yet” I asked my mother

“Yes baby” my replied as she secretly tries to hide the fact, she’s in pain.

She always told us tells her child knowing that it would her a peace in mind.

Anne would act as if she was invincible in front of her children and to show that her sickness could not stop her from having a normal life like any other mother.

“Come on baby get ready were going to the amusement park” mother says cheerfully

“I’m not a baby anymore mommy” I say

I hated that name.

I never understood why she would push herself knowing she didn’t feel well.

Well either way we still went to the amusement park, and she even went on the rides along with me. it made me happy that’s I was able to spend time like this with my mother like this. Eating popcorn, winning prizes, taking pictures and the screams we shared while riding the big kid roller coasters as my mother says. A memory that would always hold a special place in my heart. Days later after I thought she was feeling better she seemed to have gotten worse, and my heart skipped a beat as it ached in pain of the thought of my mother in constant pain.

This pain, her pain. It was different. She was rushed to the hospital to be taken care of. This was normal to me. In and out the hospital but this time… this time she didn’t come out.

I was scared as I sat next to my mother hospital bed as her tray of mash potatoes, chicken breast, peas, and her cup of closed apple juice collects dust on the side table of the bed.

“Why didn’t you eat your food” I asked with concern

“No baby I’m not hungry right now, I’ll eat later I promise” she replied slowly

Silence as she slowly drifts off to sleep.

Not to long I left to go home with the rest of my family

After that next day when I planned to go visit my mom at the hospital, but something was different at home. It was so gloomy but yet it was so bright outside. Something wasn’t right. My family cried and for some reason I started to cry but for some odd reason I knew that I wouldn’t hear that nickname that I hated so much again.

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