Time flies, and pain turns into memories. With each passing day, the pain strengthened me more than before. Memories that once hurt me now make me smile. Smile at the moments that we spend together with each other. Those moments were filled with laughter and love, creating a bond that time cannot erase. Though we may be apart now, those memories will forever hold a special place in my heart.
I remember when, as a child, my pet dog died, how broken I was, crying the whole time, not being able to sleep or eat anything. Then my mother said to me, ‘Time heals everything, but it can’t bring back what you’ve lost.’ Who would have thought that the words my mother once told me for my dog would remind me of her, strengthening me every time I’m lost and lonely? Those words serve as a constant reminder that although time may not be able to bring back what I have lost, it has the power to heal and provide solace in moments of grief and loneliness. They offer me comfort and strength, reassuring me that the memories we shared will forever remain cherished in my heart.
Life’s unfair, but at times like this, when your heart is concealed by the dark cloud of pain and sorrow and all hope seems to fade, a ray of sunshine comes to you, giving you hope and a desire to live for yourself and someone dear to you, just like mine. In those moments, the presence of these cherished memories acts as a guiding light, reminding me of the love and joy that once filled my life. They serve as a constant reminder to keep pushing forward and to honor the legacy of those who are no longer with us.
If someone had told me a few months ago that I would lose everyone dear to me in one accident, I would have laughed and maybe kicked the hell out of that person pretty badly. But now it’s the reality of my life. The pain and devastation of losing everyone dear to me in one accident are unimaginable. It has shattered my world and left me grappling with a profound sense of loss and emptiness.
But with everything wrong comes something good, something that provides us happiness and faith to move forward.
I put my hand over my tummy, feeling the life growing inside it. The growth provided me with hope for moving forward. “Mama will take care of you, my love,” I whispered softly, my voice filled with determination and love. As I felt the gentle kicks from my unborn child, a glimmer of joy sparked within me, reminding me that there is still so much to live for.
It’s hard to imagine that with everything being so sad and disheartening, there is a life growing inside me. But this tiny life brings me a sense of purpose and reminds me that there is still beauty and hope in the world. It gives me the strength to keep going, knowing that I am not alone in this journey.
“All your reports are great, and the baby is healthy as a horse,” Brandon said, cutting me from my thoughts after doing my monthly routine checkup.
I smiled, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. Hearing those words from my doctor reassured me that despite the challenges I faced, my baby was thriving, and that gave me even more reason to cherish each day.
“Thank you,” I replied, trying to get up from the chair. But my growing belly made it a bit difficult to move around with ease.
As Brandon offered me a helping hand, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the support and care he provided throughout my pregnancy journey. “Let me help you.” Brandon leaned in, placing his hand on me and supporting me to get up.
Everything is so hard when you’re so big. I’m eight months pregnant, and even the simplest thing in life feels hard when you’re so big. I sighed, feeling the weight of my belly as I finally managed to stand up with Brandon's assistance. The anticipation of meeting our baby soon made it all worth it, but the physical challenges were undeniable.
“I’m almost finished with my work. Let me drop you.” Brandon offered, knowing that I could use the extra help with my mobility.
“I don’t want to bother you, and I brought my car; don’t worry. I drive myself.” I assured Brandon, grateful for his offer but wanting to maintain my independence.
“Great, you drop me then,” Brandon responded, ready to accommodate my request.
“Sure, but dinner’s on you today, then,” I said playfully, teasing Brandon about his offer to drop me off. We both laughed, knowing that it was just a friendly exchange between us.
Promise! Brandon grinned, making him sit in his private cabin.
“I have one more patient to see, and then we can leave,” Brandon said, leaving me alone.
I know he did it on purpose. Every time I come here for a checkup, he doesn’t bring his car so he can drive me home. The first time I met Brandon, he was a stranger, yet he helped me. He was the person who gave me the happiest news during my hard times. He recently moved places, and maybe it’s a coincidence or something else, but he moved to my neighborhood, both as my neighbor and as my doctor. I saw him very often, and that resulted in our friendship.
And it’s because of friendship and my baby that I can move forward with faith in life.
I can never forget the day Brandon presented me with the news of my pregnancy. That day, the news became my hope, guiding me through the darkest passage of my life. The moment I reached home from the hospital, there was still the pain of the past of losing my loved ones, but in all this darkness, there was also the hope of a new life breathing inside me, guiding me to the path of happiness with a new hope of life.
It wasn't until the next week or so that a knock on my door amazed me by the person standing at it.
Brandon
"What are you doing here? Both I and Brandon said at the same time, amazed by finding each other on either side of the door. "That's what I want to know," we both said again together. "Go ahead," Brandon said, allowing me to speak first. "What are you doing on my doorstep?" "You live here," he said with a smile. "Guess what? We are neighbors. I looked at him uncertainty, not trusting his words, but before I could say something, a sweet little voice distracted me. "Daddy," I lowered my gaze and noticed a tiny girl around five tugging Brandon's pants. "Oh, yeah… How can I forget? Brandon murmured, brushing his hair with his fingers. "Sorry, can we use your bathroom?" "What!" "I can't hold more, please," pleaded the child, jumping up and down. I pointed my finger towards the bathroom door, and on my note, Brandon ran with his child in his arms towards the door. "Thank you," Brandon said after some time standing outside the bathroom door. I nodded my head in reply. I don't kno
I sighed as I packed my things. The patient took longer than I expected. Jane must be waiting for me. I hurriedly gathered my belongings, feeling guilty for keeping Jane waiting as I quickly made my way to my office, only to see Jane with her eyes closed, lying comfortably on my chair. I'm not surprised to see her fast asleep, with her delivery date coming close and no one by her side looking for her or taking care of her. I couldn't help but feel a pang of concern for Jane's well-being. It was clear that she needed someone to support her during this crucial time. It’s already very tough for a woman to give birth to a life, but in Jane’s case, things are intense. Jane's situation is compounded by the fact that she is facing this challenging time alone. She has to do everything on her own with no one around to care for her. I do my best to help her, but Jane is such an independent woman. She never asks for anyone’s help, even when needed, and that’s what worries me the most. Even more
Our ride home was not long enough, and within half an hour, we were both standing at the front door of my house."I should go," Jane said as I was about to open the door. I could sense the reluctance in her voice, but I didn't want our time together to end just yet."But why? What about our dinner plans? I questioned.I could see the disappointment in her eyes as she hesitated to respond. "I don’t want to bother you," she finally said, looking down at her feet.Jane," I said reassuringly, placing a hand on her arm. "You’re never bothering me, and by the way, Marlene is also waiting for you. Calling out Marlene’s name always works to grab Jane's attention. Jane loves her, and not once does she say no to Marlene. I might be selfish for using my daughter as an excuse to spend time with Jane, but it is what it is, and I don’t mind because it brings us all together. Jane looked up, a small smile playing on her lips. "Okay," she said softly, her voice filled with gratitude. "Let's go see Mar
The dinner was fun. When I spend time with Brandon and Marlene, whenever I’m with them, I sometimes forget my sorrows and just enjoy the present moment. Their infectious laughter and genuine camaraderie always uplift my spirits, creating a joyful atmosphere that is hard to replicate elsewhere. The ease and bond that I feel around them is very hard to describe, but the moment they appeared in my life, there was not a single time that they made me feel lonely or sad. Their presence brings so much joy and laughter into my life. It's incredible how they effortlessly create a positive atmosphere, making every moment together unforgettable. But today, when Marlene made Brandon the father of my child for a second, it seemed funny, but that is something I don’t think that I can accept. I don’t want anyone else but Jared to be the father of my baby. Marlene's unexpected announcement left me feeling conflicted and unsure about the future. While I appreciate her humor, the thought of anyone othe
"Are you okay?" he asked. Our gazes met, and I moved my head from left to right, pointing my finger at the crimson spot on my bed. His eyes followed the direction of my finger, widening in shock as he took in the sight of the crimson stain. Brandon runs his hand over his head as he grabs both my cheeks in between his hands, staring into my eyes. "Jane, calm down and tell me, how do you feel?" Brandon asked. Words don’t seem to form out of my mouth as my voice starts to choke from my cries. Tears stream down my face as I struggle to regain control of my emotions. The weight of the situation becomes overwhelming, making it difficult to articulate my feelings. "Calm down and breathe," he responded, making me sit on the bed. He gently places his hand on my back, offering me comfort and support. Taking a deep breath, I try to steady myself and find the words to express the turmoil within me. "Look at me and follow my lead; breathe in, breathe out, breathe out." I focus on his soothing v
"Jane." I heard someone calling my name, distracting me from my thoughts as I felt a hand over my shoulder. I glanced up to see the origin of the voice and found myself locking eyes with Brandon. "What are you doing standing up here? Brandon questioned, concern evident in his voice. "You seemed lost in your own world." I mustered a smile and replied, "I just needed some fresh air and a moment to clear my head." . "Where are the kids?" I stated, redirecting his attention to somewhere else. "They went to play in Liam's room. Didn't you notice?" Brandon said, raising an eyebrow. "Is everything okay? You seem a bit off today." "What were you thinking standing up here for so long? Brandon asked, his worry growing. "Nothing; I was just lost in thought," I admitted, avoiding eye contact. "Well, there must be something in your mind that kept you so occupied that you didn't notice Liam entering the room," he said as he raised his left eyebrow in question. I shifted uncomfortably in my
The sun goes down as the moon takes its place. Stars scattered in the sky cover it as it twinkles like a diamond in the sky. The night comes alive with a symphony of crickets and the soft rustling of leaves. The gentle breeze carries a sense of tranquility, inviting us to gaze up at the celestial beauty above. Lying on the bed, looking at the sky by the window, and watching as the stars twinkle and shine, the view is always fascinating to the young minds of the children, as they continuously stare at it silently. Their imaginations soar as they wonder about the vastness of the universe and the possibility of other worlds beyond our own. The night sky becomes a canvas for their dreams and aspirations, inspiring them to reach for the stars in their own lives. "Mama," Liam calls, watching the sky with fascination. "Why can we only see stars at night and not in the morning? With Liam’s age, his curiosity is growing too, and his mind is full of questions, always looking at me to answer hi
Where the hell is Brandon? It's ten in the morning, and he is nowhere to be found. I want to shout the words in frustration, but I can’t, at least not in front of the kids. I glanced at my watch again, growing increasingly impatient. Brandon's absence is causing me to worry, as he's never been this late before. I quickly brainstorm possible reasons for his delay, hoping that he's simply caught in traffic or facing a minor inconvenience. I can’t remember how many times I have tried calling, but he hasn’t replied once. As I anxiously tap my foot, I consider the possibility that his phone might be dead or that he accidentally left it at home. The knot in my stomach tightens as I wonder if something more serious could be preventing him from answering. I tried one more time just in case he picked up, but groaned in frustration when he ignored the call. I decided to send him a text message instead, hoping that he'd at least respond to that. As I type out my concern and hit send, a sinking