Summary: After his mom passed away, Darien and his father are left homeless. They must save their money just to survive. After a fateful day of just trying to find a job, he finds the happiness that he thought he would never experience again and a love to overcome all odds.
"Mother!" A young five-year-old boy cries out. Kneeling on the floor by his mother's bedside, he folds his arms on the bed. He watched as his father dabbed a cool, wet, washcloth on her sweat-beaded forehead. Shivering, she took his wrist and pressed his palm to her cheek. She looked up at him and smiled with a single tear trailing down her cheek.
The boy's father smiled back and strokes her cheek with his thumb. Tears threatened to fall from his eyes. That was one of the few times when the boy saw his father cry. He was a strong man; someone he could always look up to for strength. No matter what the situation was, he did his best to succeed. But when all was said and done, his family was his number one priority.
The boy wiped his teary eyes with his arm, then again with the collar of his shirt. Though no one would tell him everything, he knew went sent his mother to her deathbed. It was cancer. What it was, he wasn't completely sure, he overheard his dad and one of the doctors talking about it. Even though people say that he's "wise beyond his years", he's still a child. Maybe they thought that the of his mother's condition would be too much for him; too heartbreaking. However, just seeing her deteriorating, not knowing what was going on, or able to help was even worse and unacceptable to a child's heart. "Mother!" The boy cried, "Tell me! What's happening? Can I help? Please, don't go!"
She smiled at him. His eyes held such honesty and a passion that would take him far in life. "Sweetie, come here." With one hand, she reached for her son. He obeyed and stood by her, holding her hand. "Will you do me a favor?" The boy nodded in response. "Live long and be happy. Stay as sweet as you are, you'll go far."
The boy's father immediately realized what this meant. He could see it. She was becoming paler by the minute. She's slipping away. "Honey?" He says, his voice filled with concern.
"I love you both. She choked out. The little boy felt her hand go limp. He looked at his own two hands holding his mother's, then back up to his mother's face. Her head fell to the side with her eyes closed shut, and no sound. The monitors by her bed showed that her heart began to slow and then stop completely. This was the final sign that she was gone; that she was no more. Now, they just have each other and do their best without her.
They gathered each other in a hug and let their tears fall freely as the room began to fill with doctors and nurses. From now on, nothing would be the same. And of course, it's not the end.