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Chapter 16 – The first meeting
Summer had been to the hospital, but only to fill in some papers and talk to the doctors. Apparently her mother's condition was pretty bad and she hadn't much time left. Summer had never liked hospitals. They were scary and full of sick and sad people. She had only bad memories from them; if you didn't count her children's births.
Summer had also been shopping; that made her think of something else. She had picked out some really nice outfits for herself and Seth, Ava and Casey. She had only been in Minneapolis for a few days, but she already missed home and was pretty bored. She decided to go see Francesca. The sooner she did that, the sooner she could go home.
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Summer wrapped her coat closer to her body as she walked to the hospital. It was cold and windy and not at all like California, the place she loved, but Summer still wanted to take a walk. It always made her thoughts clear.
The hospital was a big, grey building and once you looked at it
As she walked into the hospital reception her thoughts spanned around in her head.
"I don't want you to die, mommy."
"You're a good person."
"You can do this."
She had lots of people behind her back, even though she felt lonely and maybe she was lonely at the moment; maybe no one could fill the gap. But she hated it and knew that the only way to get thorough it was to face Francesca.
"Francesca Roberts, please" She said to the receptionist.
"Are you a relative?"
"I'm her …daughter Summer Cohen. Summer Roberts Cohen."
"Alright. It's room 647, third floor to the right."
"Thanks."
Summer walked to the elevator and to the third floor. Outside the floor she hesitated. She took a deep breath and fastened her hands round the bouquet she'd bought. She opened the door slowly and walked a very white room.
In the middle of it was a bed and in it laid a woman; her mother. She looked very tired and sick, but she was still beautiful and Summer could see the mother she remembered somewhere behind all those machines. She looked old, far older than Summer knew she was.
It was 15 whole years since Summer had seen her mother and she felt as small as a six year old again as she looked at her mother lay in the hospital bed, close to death.
She saw herself in her, but not as much as she'd used to see in the pictures she had. They had the same tiny body and the same eyes, she remembered even though she couldn't see them now.
She looked very peaceful, but she looked like she was far from any kind of emotion. Maybe she was dead, was this how a dead person looked like. Summer wanted to touch her; she wanted to feel her mothers hand in her own; just like it used to be.
Summer put the flowers in a vase on a table next to the bed. There were no other flowers or any cards; no signs of visitors.
She wondered what her mother had been doing all these years. There had to be visitors, but maybe the flowers were dead. She had been away for 15 years and must have gotten some friends. As Summer remembered her mother she had been very nice and loved by everyone. Why did she leave?
Suddenly a pair of dark eyes was staring at her. It was her own eyes, though it wasn't. None of them said anything, they just stared into each others eyes.
"Summer?" Francesca finally said with a little cranky voice. Summer still looked at her, but she now felt smaller and smaller. She had no idea what to do or what to say; so she left.
As quickly as she could, Summer went out from the hospital and sat in a cab. She had the cry in her throat, but couldn't lose it here.
The only place she could cry at was with Seth or alone. But the only place that was worth crying was with Seth. He was the only one that'd ever seen her cry, at least since she was ten. He was the only one she had the courage and felt safe to cry to.
As the cap stopped outside the hotel, she paid the driver and hurried up to her room. When she opened the door and sat on the couch, nothing could stop her from not crying. She lay down at her back with her arms down her sides and started to cry loud like a little baby. All emotions flew inside her and she didn't even know what she felt or what she was supposed to feel.
She wanted to be with Seth so much right now; she wanted to lie in his arms and let him comfort her. But she didn't want to call him, she would only miss him more and she couldn't risk him to flew to her and leave the kids. He had to stay where he was and she would be fine.
To be continued…
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Summer call Seth?
Summer alone?
Call someone else?
Seth's going to her?
Summer's getting drunk?
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