What If....

Weeks past and her condition was getting worse. She have been back and forth the house and the hospital bed but there were no change.

Well, December 11 came and Mom gave me money to treat my friends since this time, we can't celebrate at home. Well, it was more than enough but I prefer not to spend it. Instead, I spent my own money. I'd rather save it for next week's expenses so I don't have to bother Mom or Dad about it too much.

About my day, almost no one knows in our room about it except Tenten and Chala, I thought. Until such time when Kuya Shaider pass the window and shouted, "happy birthday!" My classmates looked at me and wondered, "is it my birthday?" Well, it doesn,t matter. The point is that lunch I ate with my friends in Nitrogen and Oxygen and we all went to Seven Eleven, my treat. When I got back from munching a lot, I received a gift from Tenten and Maikka. Although they never forget giving a gift, I was always surprised to received one, especially Maikka when she did not even greeted me and even gave me a letter about me greeting her last on her birthday. I never thought she would not forget that.

When I got home, I was so happy. It was better than any gift and better than any birthday celebration. It was my Mom standing in front of me. She badly wanted to get out from the hospital. Our maid even said that even if Mom was in the hospital, she was always thinking of what we will eat, how are we, what should we have for my birthday rather than take the time to rest. Well, that was expected from her but I think she needs to take more rest since she is not well enough to work.

Well, we aare able to go to church on our Thanksgiving Day and I was literally thankful about it. But it was not for long, Mom was badly trembling the next days. The worst time, we called Dad and he said she is to be brought to another hospital, a better one. She was brought to La Salle and stayed again on hospital bed. I don't like to see Mom to react like that in front of me. I don't want to see her trembling and suffering and I understand she often feel that way. But I also don't want her to see me feeling bad for her. I don't want her to see me cry if she's in bad condition. But I want to comfort her and say "everything will be alright, Ma!"

Seriously, obviously, directly and honestly, I am afraid to lose or even to be away from my Mom. I always distract myself whenever I come to think of all of those "what if" statements. I always get so emotional by my fears of possibilities. Well, I can't avoid them even if I distract myself sometimes because there are times that signs show that they are possible and I don't like it at all.

I heard from the others that she had typhoid fever but if it's true, I don't think it's severe since typhoid fever as I know it is highly communicable but the doctors still let visitors on her room.
More and more days pass and I can't anymore take the time without her and worrying about her until such time a news came.

Mom can go home at last! She still needs a little recovery but I can see she's better the last time I've seen her and I miss her so much now. She has been better each day until such time she reached her full recovery. We are all so thankful.