i walked up to the hospital. Mom's chemo was working brilliantly.
i walked in with the roses in hand. they were her favourite flowers, after all that's why she named my older sister Rose.
"hey mom, how's everything going." i said optimistically.
"pretty good, i've puking round the clock and bones have occasionally been feeling they're made of mapom. other than that though, day at the beach." she said sarcastically but with a nice smile.
"that's great mom. so did they say the chemo's working." i asked.
"last they checked." she said with a smile. however her eyes told me, she wasn't buying it at all.
"oh come on, mom. smile a little brighter, your not gonna die after all." i said.
she's got a little bit of something, i thought, and God it's better than nothing.
"you know Hugo, i've made my peace with it actually." she said.
"no, no, don't talk like that. your gonna beat this." i said.
"maybe. i might beat it, but still if i have to leave this place. i won't complain i've lived up my life to it's fullest. i can honestly not wait to see my old friends again if i don't beat this." she said nostalgic.
"your gonna beat this mom, don't let those thoughts get to you." i said as i got up to leave.
3AM again, better get to class. i thought.