I was in a shock. My mom had absolutly no hair. Her heartbeat was rapid.
"That's her?" I asked, not wanting to believe it.
"Yes." Principal Franklin said. "I'll pick you up at around 3:00. You can stay here for the day."
He walked out of the room silently, leaving me alone. I walked next to her, trying not to stare. I didn't know what to do. It took all of my effort not to breawk into tears. She was the only thing I had left in this world, what would happen if she was gone? I decided to copy what most movies do at times like this- hold their hands and talk to them. After that the sick person usual wakes up. Maybe it would do the same thing for me. I grasped her limp hand in mine and started talking. It was a lot harder than I thought, but soon the unspoken words pored out.
"Well, um. I love you. I need you to be here. I need you to fight it, not leave me alone. I can't do it alone!" I started sobbing. "You are strong enough. You can wake up. You will go home, and life will go back to normal. Please." I squeezed out one more tear. I just sat next to her the rest of the day, reflecting on how things used to be.
"Marsha? It's time to go home."
I turned around, facing Principal Franklin.
"This is my home. That's just the hollow memory of what was." I said, turning back around to face my mom.
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The Lost One
RandomAfter her mom is diagnosed with a rare form of cancer and dies soon after, Marsha takes to the streets, trying to adapt to the harsh 'every-man-for-themself' area. But being a former goody-goody and a softy, will she adjust in time? Or will she gi...
