KEISHA
As I slowly open my eyes, the familiar white ceiling greets me along with the scent of the hospital room. I instinctively touch my cheeks as tears stream down, then I remember my mother, the image of her in jail."Hey, are you okay, Nurse!" I couldn't help but sob as I recall the events, feeling a pang in my thigh, then I remember what happened yesterday! My sobs intensify as I remember my thigh covered in blood. I was so careless! Why didn't I notice that there was life inside my womb!I try to sit up and gently massage my abdomen, hoping my child is still here! Please forgive me, my child! I wasn't careful, and I put both my life and my child's life at risk. I'm a worthless mother!"How's my child, is he okay?" I see the sadness in the nurse's eyes as I hold her hand, especially when she answers my question. No, it can't be!"T-the baby's holding on weakly, and due to the extreme stress, the baby couldn't make it."Starting my medication regimen after being released from the hospital was a significant step in my journey towards recovery. It was far from a simple process; there were countless tests, adjustments, and uncertainties along the way. Yet, despite the challenges, I remained steadfast in my determination to persevere, not solely for my own sake but also for the well-being of my family.Every pill swallowed, every appointment attended, and every therapy session endured was a testament to my unwavering commitment to reclaiming my health. I refused to allow my personal struggles to overshadow my responsibility to those who depended on me, especially my beloved son, Noah. He was my driving force, my reason to push through the toughest moments.As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, I forged ahead, clinging to the hope of brighter days ahead. And every night, after Noah had drifted off to sleep, I found solace in sitting by his bedside, gazing upon his peaceful face illumina
Keisha"Mom, how many times do I have to tell and remind you not to lie? It's okay not to be okay. It's okay to cry, Mom. I'm always here, okay? I know I'm young, but I'm not stupid enough to just watch you hurt and cry. I love you, Mom, and I always will. I can be your shoulder to cry on," he said, his voice filled with concern and maturity far beyond his years. I felt a pang of guilt for trying to hide my emotions from him, but also a wave of gratitude for his unwavering support.Tears began to well up in my eyes again, despite my efforts to hold them back. How could I have been so blind to the impact my struggles were having on my son? He was just a child, yet here he was, trying to comfort me in my moment of weakness. I reached out and pulled him into a tight embrace, letting myself lean on him for support."I'm sorry, son. Please forgive Mom. I feel so weak. I am so grateful to have a son like you. I should be the one comforting you after what happened, but you're the one comfort
"Did you already pack your things, Keisha?" I quickly looked up at my brother Kairon. I didn't notice that he had already arrived because I was preoccupied the whole time. My son Noah was silently sitting beside me, not crying anymore after he said those words that made me realize it was all my fault. I let my son get used to Colten’s presence with the two of us, and he was the one who got hurt.I don't know how to start a conversation with him. I can't even ask him who said those words to him. How did he know that Colten called him a bastard? Even I was shocked to hear those words come from him. I thought he had already accepted Noah, but deep inside, he hated him. I was infuriated with him. I wanted to slap him, to shout at him. I wanted to release my anger on him because of the huge impact this had on our son. He was the one caught in the middle of our situation, even though he didn't want to be.He hated our son, that was the truth. Noah is diligent and kind, so I couldn't underst
"Colten, son, you should eat, even just a little. Don't neglect yourself," I heard my mom say as she sat on my bed. I had been staring at the ceiling of my room, lost in my thoughts. I didn't even feel like talking; I was so tired. I couldn't feel the pain in my feet because of the car accident.The day she left me, it felt like I lost all purpose in life. I could only watch her leave the country. I had no idea where they went. I wanted to stop her, but I also wanted to give her what she wanted. She wanted me out of her life, but I couldn't give her enough time to think."Do you think she'll come back to you when she sees you like this? You should take care of yourself! You've been drinking alcohol, how will that help your situation? Just listen to me for once! I'm tired too, your Dad is also tired. Please, son, listen to us," my mom pleaded. I had wasted away for months, losing myself in self-destructive behavior.I regretted everything I had done to her, but I felt even more sorry f
Here's your passage translated into English:"Mom, how can I fix this stuff! I've been watching a tutorial video on YouTube on how to fix a tie but I really can't. It looks so easy but it wasn't!" When did fixing your necktie become a problem? I rolled my eyes at what my son said. Here we go again, he was so hot-tempered and easily lost his patience.As he grew up he became like this, very stubborn, sensitive, and unbeatable. Well, what would I expect from a father so full of himself, and he inherited it from him! Noah inherited his pride as well, but honestly, my son is a better person than you think. He might be stubborn and hardheaded sometimes, but he can do more good things. He acts like he doesn't want to be friends with anyone, but the truth is he values their friendship. As he grew older, he became more protective of him, and they often argued about his overreaction whenever he left without him.I will never get tired of fixing his tie, combing his hair, giving him advice, and
KEISHA "You should eat your vegetables, Celestia!" My best friend Celine scolded her daughter. Here we go again, surely another series of instructions. "I don't want to, Mom, that's eww!" My friend just shook her head, then moved to sit with Uncle Kevin. I continued eating, letting the married couple exchange glances filled with disapproval. Seriously, right in front of the food. It's always like this. "Daddy, I don't eat that. Please tell Mommy for me, Daddy. She's been forcing me to eat vegetables when you're at work. I vomit when I eat vegetables; that's yuck, Daddy, it's not good for my health." "Kevin, stop spoiling our daughter! She's getting used to it because you pamper her too much! You should reprimand her for always eating sweet and unhealthy foods." My brother couldn't do anything but apologize to his daughter. Well, what can he do against Celine? Her best friend would definitely kick her brother's butt if he were on their hardheaded daughter Celestia's side. "Eat thi
"Flight attendant, prepare for landing please.""Cabin crew, please take your seats for landing." I woke up to the announcement. My son was also awake now, and as we looked outside the plane, we were reminded that the passengers were being reminded for takeoff.After a minute, we had already reached our destination. Our journey had been quite long. As we descended from the plane, we were all shocked and excited to finally be home after the tiring trip. We took a cab since we weren't expecting anyone to pick us up. As we approached our old house, we all looked around in amazement.It was nearly Christmas, and it would be nice to spend it together in one house. I don't know why, but I felt nervous; my heart fluttered."You can sleep on my shoulder, Mom." I nodded at him and laid my head on his shoulder until sleep overtook me."Hey, Mom, wake up. We're already here." I felt Noah gently tap my cheek, waking me up. He was smiling widely when
"I couldn't believe it! I already informed them that I intended to purchase that island! Why didn't they honor their promise?" I watched as my brother rubbed his forehead in frustration after our conversation with the owner of the island left us stressed out. We discovered that the owner had sold the island to someone who offered twice the original asking price."I don't know. Maybe we can try to persuade the new owner to sell it to us," I suggested, trying to remain optimistic despite the setback."Do you really think we can convince the new owner? They already offered twice the price!" my brother retorted, his frustration evident."I know it's difficult, but it wouldn't hurt to try. I've decided to meet with the new owner and do my best to convince them," I affirmed, determined to exhaust every possibility. The island held sentimental value for us, and I wasn't ready to give up without a fight.Back at my coffee shop, I was pleasantly surprised