i went to the hospital after all that a few days later.
"hey mom, how's it going." i asked.
"hey Hugo." she said smiling, "i'm alright."
"so how'd the chemo go?" i said with a smile.
she sighed, "i was afraid you'd say that." she said honestly.
"what's going on?" i asked concerned.
"Hugo, you may wanna sit down. this is gonna be pretty." she said heartfully.
"okay." i said my concern growing.
"the doctors told me it didn't work. i've only got 3 months left for living. so i'm checking out." she said calmly.
"you're, right, we'll go to 's why'd we think a muggle hospital would work." i said as i gathered all her things.
"Hugo stop." said mom as she got out of bed. she looked very weak, which discomforted me.
she took my hands in hers and said, "Hugo, life is made up of all these things. love, laughter, pain sadness. it's made up of all that we're used to, and the clock on the wall's been stuck at 3 for days."
"but-" i started.
she shushed me and said "you know how i love rainy days?" she said.
"yes." i said painfully.
she put her hand on my face and said, "the rain's gonna wash away all the pain, i believe this. Hapiness is a matt that sits on your doorway, all you need to do is rub your feet and you'll be fine."
and just like that it started raining.
"baby, the rain's gonna wash away... i believe this." she said with a bright smile.
i was hanging my head in sadness, she kissed my forehead and stroked my hair.
"now could i have raised such a mess?" she said jokingly.
i raised my heard on saw her beautiful smile.
"i love you mom." i said to her.
"i love you too, Hugo." she said as she hugged me.
(A/N: ya know i'd hate to get mushy on ya'll here, but i'd like to dedicate this chapter to my own mom. and in case your wondering, she is still very much alive.)