4 #A Glimpse of New Life

Time flies, and pain turns into memories. With each passing day, the pain strengthened me more than before. Memories that once hurt me now make me smile. Smile at the moments that we spend together with each other. Those moments were filled with laughter and love, creating a bond that time cannot erase. Though we may be apart now, those memories will forever hold a special place in my heart.

I remember when, as a child, my pet dog died, how broken I was, crying the whole time, not being able to sleep or eat anything. Then my mother said to me, ‘Time heals everything, but it can’t bring back what you’ve lost.’ Who would have thought that the words my mother once told me for my dog would remind me of her, strengthening me every time I’m lost and lonely? Those words serve as a constant reminder that although time may not be able to bring back what I have lost, it has the power to heal and provide solace in moments of grief and loneliness. They offer me comfort and strength, reassuring me that the memories we shared will forever remain cherished in my heart.

Life’s unfair, but at times like this, when your heart is concealed by the dark cloud of pain and sorrow and all hope seems to fade, a ray of sunshine comes to you, giving you hope and a desire to live for yourself and someone dear to you, just like mine. In those moments, the presence of these cherished memories acts as a guiding light, reminding me of the love and joy that once filled my life. They serve as a constant reminder to keep pushing forward and to honor the legacy of those who are no longer with us.

If someone had told me a few months ago that I would lose everyone dear to me in one accident, I would have laughed and maybe kicked the hell out of that person pretty badly. But now it’s the reality of my life. The pain and devastation of losing everyone dear to me in one accident are unimaginable. It has shattered my world and left me grappling with a profound sense of loss and emptiness.

But with everything wrong comes something good, something that provides us happiness and faith to move forward.

I put my hand over my tummy, feeling the life growing inside it. The growth provided me with hope for moving forward. “Mama will take care of you, my love,” I whispered softly, my voice filled with determination and love. As I felt the gentle kicks from my unborn child, a glimmer of joy sparked within me, reminding me that there is still so much to live for.

It’s hard to imagine that with everything being so sad and disheartening, there is a life growing inside me. But this tiny life brings me a sense of purpose and reminds me that there is still beauty and hope in the world. It gives me the strength to keep going, knowing that I am not alone in this journey.

“All your reports are great, and the baby is healthy as a horse,” Brandon said, cutting me from my thoughts after doing my monthly routine checkup.

I smiled, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. Hearing those words from my doctor reassured me that despite the challenges I faced, my baby was thriving, and that gave me even more reason to cherish each day.

“Thank you,” I replied, trying to get up from the chair. But my growing belly made it a bit difficult to move around with ease.

As Brandon offered me a helping hand, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the support and care he provided throughout my pregnancy journey. “Let me help you.” Brandon leaned in, placing his hand on me and supporting me to get up.

Everything is so hard when you’re so big. I’m eight months pregnant, and even the simplest thing in life feels hard when you’re so big. I sighed, feeling the weight of my belly as I finally managed to stand up with Brandon's assistance. The anticipation of meeting our baby soon made it all worth it, but the physical challenges were undeniable.

“I’m almost finished with my work. Let me drop you.” Brandon offered, knowing that I could use the extra help with my mobility.

“I don’t want to bother you, and I brought my car; don’t worry. I drive myself.” I assured Brandon, grateful for his offer but wanting to maintain my independence.

“Great, you drop me then,” Brandon responded, ready to accommodate my request.

“Sure, but dinner’s on you today, then,” I said playfully, teasing Brandon about his offer to drop me off. We both laughed, knowing that it was just a friendly exchange between us.

Promise! Brandon grinned, making him sit in his private cabin.

“I have one more patient to see, and then we can leave,” Brandon said, leaving me alone.

I know he did it on purpose. Every time I come here for a checkup, he doesn’t bring his car so he can drive me home. The first time I met Brandon, he was a stranger, yet he helped me. He was the person who gave me the happiest news during my hard times. He recently moved places, and maybe it’s a coincidence or something else, but he moved to my neighborhood, both as my neighbor and as my doctor. I saw him very often, and that resulted in our friendship.

And it’s because of friendship and my baby that I can move forward with faith in life.

I can never forget the day Brandon presented me with the news of my pregnancy. That day, the news became my hope, guiding me through the darkest passage of my life. The moment I reached home from the hospital, there was still the pain of the past of losing my loved ones, but in all this darkness, there was also the hope of a new life breathing inside me, guiding me to the path of happiness with a new hope of life.

It wasn't until the next week or so that a knock on my door amazed me by the person standing at it.

Brandon