[50] ARACELY

Aramide didn't know whether it was all her emotions building up or it was just the sight of her daughter tied to those tubes, probably it was the heart machine and its annoying beeps. It was the only sign that her daughter was still on planet Earth. But the woman found herself breaking down all over again, Her Aracely — wasn't getting any better.

    Aramide was clothed in the familiar hospital dress and scrubs, She held her daughter's hand and softly caressed the eight-year old's, nothing was worse than seeing your loved ones in a coma — Neither alive nor dead. In Aracely's case, the only thing keeping her alive was the oxygen mask currently draped over her tiny nose and lips.

The white walls never gave as much comfort as Aramide would prefer and the scent of antiseptics always hovered around her sensitive nostrils. The woman forced a smile as she pulled out a chair she hadn't noticed before and sat beside her daughter, H