Novel & Cerita Go Ahead Mami Breathe Again

“Go grab Amelia, Aubrey, and Caleb. They can help us round up the students and make sure everyone’s accounted for.” “Sure, Papi. Meet you at the bottom of the hill?” Fati asks, her smile back in place. I hug her tight. “Sí, mi hijita. Pero recuerda—está bien estar triste. Está bien no estar siempre contenta. No ocultes tus sentimientos. Te amamos. Queremos ayudarte.” (Yes, my little girl. But remember—it’s okay to be sad. It’s okay not to always be happy. Don’t hide your feelings. We love you. We want to help.)

"First Aid: 1. Briefly try certain breathing exercises. Using a paper bag and breathing into it is not recommended. 2.Try relaxation exercise" he added. "Now Mama Kaye, Calm down and try breathing exercises, Inhale" he gestured like inhaling and i followed, "then exhale" he added as i followed. We did it for a couple of times and my breathing started to became even. I smiled at him, "Thanks Aya-chan" He smiled back, "You're always welcome Mama Kaye" he blushed. I chuckled "But please don't discuss some lessons ok?" i joked.

[Livy] Why won't it open?! There's something I'm forgetting, something important. "Take a deep breath, Livy," Mama always says, "When you're stressed and you can't think, you need to take a deep breath and give your brain a chance to catch up." My chest hurts and I'm breathing, but it isn't deep, it is fast like I'm racing Maven on the playground. "Breathe in, Livy, like you are sniffing a flower," I remember, just like Mama and the therapist taught me. "And out like your blowing a candle," I say, my voice gone with all the noise around me.

“F​o‍r s‍eeing me. For w‌aiting.‍ For not giving up when I‌ gave you every re‌aso⁠n to.” “Thank you fo⁠r coming back‍. For choosi‌ng‌ this.‌ F​or building this life with me.” “I’d do it again‌. All of it. The dis​tance. The fights.‌ The hard pa‌rts. I’d do it all again⁠ to get here‌.​” “Me too.” Ayana’s voice calls from inside. “Mama! I had a ba⁠d dre‍a⁠m!”

Nia spoke. “Mama,” she said. “It’s Nia. I lost him. I lost my son. I lost you. I lost everything. I don’t know how to keep going. I don’t know how to breathe without him. I don’t know how to breathe without you. Please come home. Please. I need you. We need you. I love you.” She hung up. She sat back in the rocking chair. She held the elephant. She cried. The rain kept falling. The family kept breathing. Barely. Broken. But breathing.

“Alright, love. But if you ever need me,even from across the world, you call. Promise?” “I will, I promise.” “And Mia?” “Yeah?” Her mother leaned closer to the camera. “You’re braver than you think. Don’t let anyone make you feel small. One breath at a time yeah?” Tears welled again. “I love you, Mum.” “Love you to the moon and back.” The call ended, and the screen went dark. Mia stared at the phone for a long moment, as if willing the warmth to linger. Lauren padded into the room, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

Part of me wondered if I could do something truly horrible, and it would all just go away, forever tainted. I squeezed my eyes shut, desperately trying to fight back tears. My mother was alive, yet had chosen to abandon me. She had answers, but wasn’t helping us. I was locked in a blood oath to rewind time and give a horrible person too much power. I couldn’t even tell who the good guys and bad guys were in this battle no one even knew was going on around them. What even was the end goal here? Four second breath in. Hold for seven seconds, Take eight seconds to breathe out. Repeat until relaxed.

water began to drip down her nose, and then her eyes. Frightened, I grabbed my blankets close to my chest, scooting away from my mother. "M-mama?" I stuttered out, water pooling out of her mouth as she tried to grab me again. "If...a...kelpie..manages to trick you..." she says, and as she talks, more and more water flows out mouth, drowning out the rest of the words. I don't understand, I can't hear her, or know why she's talking about kelpies of all things-

The images cling to the corners of my vision refusing to fade. The air feels thick, pressing down on me, choking me as if it wasn’t quite real, hands trembling uncontrollably. “Breathe Tish, inhale, hold exhale.” I hear Kim’s gentle voice guiding me. My breaths come shallow, jagged at first, like I am learning to breathe again slowly. I loosen my grip on the mattress, willing my pulse to slow down. Eyes closed, I breathe in the faint scent of rain filtering through the small cracked window, mixing with the stale air of the room. “Breathe in and out.”

><><><><>~♥♥~<><><><>< "Breathe. Breathe. Breathe, Amaury. Why the heck aren't you breathing?!... Hold on... you're breathing, you're just not getting this right!". He scolded himself. His problems had been resurfacing lately and they were really getting to him.