- Artwork: Enchanted dolls by Marina Bychkova
If you have a friend or family member with breast cancer, try not to look at her with ‘sad eyes’. Treat her like you always did; just show a little extra love—Hoda Kotb
The time is half past three in the afternoon, but the day is blurry dark like six in the evening. It’s a Wednesday, and the milieu is gloomy-an endless shower of silver rain was finally departing to the sky. ‘M sitting at the back of a car looking through the window, taking notice of the moon that has been following me, I really hope the moon is mother taking this beautiful shape to watch me from above every second from now.
‘M lost in thought on what next to do, the world is a lonely place with many hidden prickles. What’s left for a girl like me? An only child whose father had walked out on her mother when she was only four, and now that mother of hers is finally asleep.
It all started some years back when mom had complained about a swollen part of her breast, doctors had called it lump, “it’s really nothing” they said to her, “all we need to do is to operate it, and you can sleep in peace”. We all laughed at the burden in our hearts. A decade later it came again, but this time around worse than it did last time; the beginning of my life started from then, the beginning of a lonely life.
I sat by mothers side countless of time especially when I got back from school; I held mothers hands gently and prayed silently in my heart. We joked about the attitude of the nurses and laughed at her hair which had gone bald, she sang me a song all through as I painted her dark fingernails.
Dear mother if only I had known that time was more precious than the facade of vanity, I would have stayed for many nights; you left quietly without whispering a word, and I was left to dine with pain as the doctor echoed your demise. It was too fast you know, faster than the blink of my eye, I thought you’d come home to me- weave my hair, make breakfast, tell me stories like you’ve always done, but now you are gone faster than the aurora of time.
The vehicle is halting in front of a house; in front of the house is a woman waiting to see me- a woman mother never spoke about, a woman that claims she’s my mother’s sister. There are other unfamiliar families around her.
Dear Mother you kept secrets you never shared, secrets I always wanted you to whisper, but you kept them to yourself just like you kept how many years you had battled with cancer till it finally laid you to rest.
- Artwork:lady figurines by Keith Mallett.