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Her parents called two days after. They already flew home, but were still worried about her health. Andy made sure she kept them updated via text message on her status. It spoke of trust that they let her rehabilitate in New York without demanding her to come to Cincinnati, and she gladly responded with letting them in on her well-being. So when she picked up her phone and she only heard her mom's sobbing at the end of the line she got worried that something had gone wrong. She heard the click of the phone changing to speaker and her dad took over, explaining with a hoarse voice that they had received her letter, and that they just wanted to hear her voice if she was alive. Andy got a lump in her throat but reassured that she was still very much there, and that the pills and antibiotics were starting to kick in, so that she could already eat soup and pudding without too much pain. 'That's good to hear little bird.' Her father responded. 'Then we shall leave you to your things. Your mother and I-, we sometimes have to get used to the different futures we got presented in the last week.' Andy's eyes glossed over.
'I understand dad, I really do. It is weird for me too. Sometimes I still think that it is a dream and that I am actually still in the hospital without-'
Her dad made a strangled noise and her mom's sobbing got louder. It twisted Andy's stomach. Recollecting herself she continued 'Luckily I am very healthy, in spite of a little coughing', she attempted at joking. It lifted the mood a little and she could sense that her parents were collecting themselves too. 'How's home?' she asked.
'It's good.' Her mother responded. 'The bluebells are fully blooming in our garden.'
'That's lovely, I like those.'
'I know, I shall give them a little extra water on behalf of you.'
They chitchatted a little more but when they heard Andy's yawn they bid her goodbye and assured that they would call in another few days. Andy agreed and send them kisses through the phone and promised she would get in early tonight. While clicking the end call button on her phone Andy took a shaky breath, glad that her parents had been okay, but also thrown into the reality that her letters were actually arriving, and that she had no way of knowing how others were going to respond. On the other side of the line her parents hugged each other another time while reading the –supposedly last- letter written by their daughter.
Dear mom and dad,
You've been so brave. And I cannot thank you enough for all that you've done.
There is nothing left that I can write what you don't already know, because I have told you so many times that I love you. And that I am so grateful to have you as my parents.
I know they say losing a child is the hardest thing. And I cannot say that I went with the feeling that it was my time. But I think that is part of being in this universe. We can't know when or why things happen the way they happen.
Still, I would like to write it one more time. That you may forever know,
I love you.
Your daughter,
Andy