House of Cards

    Mary watched as the casket was lowered to the ground, the wind blowing her hair into her face but she didn't bother moving it. She didn't feel anything, she was numb. The cries of family and friends reached her ears but she did not release a single tear. She had cried enough in the past two weeks. Her eyes glazed over as she remembered. The thoughts flying out as if they had been caged inside her head.
"I'm sorry Ms. Foster," the doctor's eyes shone with defeat as he looked at my frozen state, "We couldn't save your son."
    "You're a doctor! You were supposed to take care of my little boy!" she spoke with authority, the lawyer inside Mary Foster presenting herself.
    "We did the best we could," sympathy was evident in the doctor's voice as he looked at Mary's disarrayed appearance. Her hair which was once stick straight now was falling in messy waves around her shoulder, her eyes were red due to lack of sleep, and the blouse and professional skirt she had put on the day before was crumpled.
    "No! I can't lose my baby. I refuse to," her voice shook as tears fell down her pale cheeks. She pushed past the doctor and ran into the room where her dead son was in. Sobs racked her body as she looked at the pale boy in front of her, the life sucked away from his body. His eye lids were closed and his once red cheeks were now snow white. Mary walked closer to the boy. She caressed his hair, a brilliant shade of copper similar to her own.
    She leaned down and pressed her lips against his forehead as her tears fell on his face. Her voice broke, "You will always be my son. I love you."

    She wiped the single tear that had escaped before anyone could see. Friends and family hugged her and offered their condolences. Mary didn't reply, she didn't want their sympathy. She looked around the funeral  trying to find him, but she came short.  With her hands clenched she walked to her car and drove off.