The room was quiet as everyone huddled around his bed. It was the first day of July and The young man, paler than he should be and dark brown hair gone, laid there too ill to move. Two years back and no one would've thought that this day was to be his last. Nearly everyone prayed he'd get better as well as Jack. His long fight with cancer had made the Hispanic boy weak and tired and ready to give up. He found he lived a good life living as a newsie and the enjoyment of his ceiling fan spin gave him a laugh. But that wasn't the reason he fought to live.
A girl was sitting by his bedside, six months pregnant, and was stroking his forehead. "Please don't leave me like this. Te necesito aquí conmigo, papi! Please!" she cried. "You cannot leave me like this." He took his girl's hand in hopes to soothe her pain. "I will never leave you, mamá. Usted siempre estarás en mi corazón," he whispered tiredly. He pulled her hand in and kissed the back. His brown eyes were filled with love and care as he looked into her own. Soon softly singing their song.
'Cause what if your blessings come through raindrops
What if your healing comes through tears
What if a thousand sleepless nights
Are what it takes to know You're near
What if trials of this life are your mercies in disguise
He had nearly lost on his girl though after a year of dating. He had cheated on her multiple times until four month before she announced she was pregnant for the first time. A week before their one year anniversary, her being two months at the time, she experienced a miscarriage that nearly cost her her own life. It took him two months after to convince her for them to try again. "I'm sorry for all the stuff I put you through, mamá. Siempre estarás por siempre hermosa para mí. Promise me you'll never forget that." Ever since then, he had been there, every step of the way, for his mamá.
"You've found yourself a committed girl, Bumlets. Not to mention that you treated her badly the first half of your relationship. Do have anything to say about your mamá?" Jack said; being the only one in the room. Bumlets' mamá was asleep in a chair in the corner nearest to him. "She's one of life's greatest blessings for you." All the newsies knew that about his girl. But for most, they didn't know why. The day he found out he had cancer; there wasn't a treatment she didn't pay for. Not to mention all the things she'd done for everyone else. Before Jack left, as Bumlets looked at her, "If I go, please take care of them for me, Jack. Promise me you will." Jack nodded his head as he exited the room.
Once he was sure Jack was gone, Bumlets used the strength he had left to sit up and reach for the pad of paper and pen on his stand. Taking them in hand, he wrote something that took up a page and a half. He would never stop until he was done. He needed to write. He wanted her to know how he felt. As he did, he would look a t his girl briefly, saddened in the eyes, and go back writing. Nothing could stop him as a pain filled his heart. After writing to his heart's content, hoping it was good enough; he had then lain back down and closed his eyes. They would never open again after that.