Hello, Readers!

I have decided to write a story based on the recent Ebola outbreak.

I hope you enjoy! (^.^)


Amu's Pov

"How are you feeling, mom?" I asked, placing the cool, wet towel on her forehead after squeezing it over a bucket. I'm kneeling down in my pajamas and watching my mom on her bed. My mom has been ill for a while now, and it's gradually getting worse. We don't know why, and we don't have enough money to go to the doctor.

"A bit dizzy," she said hesitantly, while looking at me with her big golden eyes.

She tries to smile, which turns into a grimace. "Thank you for taking care of me. I don't know what I will do without you."

"Me too."

"I love you, Amu"

"I love you too, Mom."

Months passed. At first, it was just a fever, then a cough, but it was getting worse. Her fever reached up to 110 degrees Fahrenheit, and she coughed blood. Sometimes she throws up blood too.

I asked people who live near me for help. Everyone ignored me and kept their distance from me like I'm a disease.

Maybe I am.

On May 21, 2014, my mom died.

I've never cried so hard since that day.

I've never felt so lonely since then.

I've never felt so relieved since that day.

Now she won't suffer and can finally rest in peace.

I went to a place with a cool, clean pond and lush grass. This was my mom's favorite place.

I got a shovel and dig, dig, dig.

Tears were streaming down my face.

I was covered with sweat and dirt.

My arms hurt, but I keeping digging.

All of my anger is unleashed, and I dig harder until I'm satisfied.

Then, I picked up my sweet, loving mother carefully and gently placed her in the grave. I got a towel to cover her face.

I put the dirt back in the grave.

I took a flower and placed it on the place where my mom laid.

I looked at it one last time, then I left.

When I had a decent life, I was learning how to ride a bicycle.

I hold the handles and pedal with my feet, but my mom is by my side, holding the handles also.

"Amu, I think you can do this by yourself. I'm going to let go," she gently said.

I began panicking. "No! Mommy, don't let go! I'm going to fall!"

"You will not. If you do, I will catch you. Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

Gradually, my mom takes her hands off the handle, and I'm riding the bicycle all by myself. "Look Mommy!"

"Good job, Amu! See you don't need me anymore. You are now a big girl."

She sounded very happy, and she's smiling, but her eyes were wistful.

Now that she is gone, I have no one to talk to, to catch me, or to help me.

I have to take care of myself.

It's has been three months since her death. I'm running out of money and food.

I haven't talk to anybody, nor have I seen anybody.

Suddenly, I hear a knock on my door. Startled, I open the door to see men dress in a white astronaut suit-ish to cover their whole body.

"I apologize, but we must take you to the American Association Hospital to quarantine you. We believe you have a contagious disease," said one of them.

"Hold on, what about my house? I cant leave it! I have important things in there!"

"I'm sorry miss, but we will have to burn it. It may be contaminated. You cannot take anything with you."

"I'm not leaving," I said defiantly.

Then, out of nowhere, a white cloth was pressed against my face, and the world turned black.


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