Mom, Please Love Me
Her gaze drifted over to me—to my right eye, now a bloody, ruined mess beyond repair.
For the first time in eighteen years, I saw something other than disgust in her eyes.
A faint flicker of light, trembling and fragile, rose from the ashes deep in my heart.
Mom… will you finally look at me? Will you finally feel something for me—even a little pain?
With the last of my strength, I reached my hand out toward her.
But then, in the next second, a weak whimper came from Alice's hospital bed, "Mom… I'm so cold…"