Lauren's sob filled the hospital room that was once a tomb of silence. She knelt beside her mother's bed, her hands holding her mother's cold ones. This hands that had once stroked her hair softly, wiped her tears as she sang beautiful melodies in her ears, until Lauren could fall asleep..
The white sheets were now pulled back a smidge revealing a still pale face that once glowed with a lively colour. She was too peaceful, too peaceful that Lauren wanted to bawl her eyes out and weep on the cold tiles, till someone opened the door and told her it was all a prank.
But no one was jumping into the room and laughing anytime soon, because unlike her shitty life, this one where her mother was no longer moving was the realest and most painful experience.
But she didn't want to be in this part.
“I'm sorry mum. I'm so sorry,” she sobbed into her mother's hand. “I should have been here sooner. I was a bad child even to your last breath.”
“I was not hardworking enough to raise your surgery mone
