
"*mother... Don't go mom, you're up!!! " shouted the 15-year-old boy.
He wept over the body of his mother who died of end-stage brain cancer. The pain, the sadness was so deep in the boy. When a mother leaves us for a long time and returns to the side of God is the most painful thing.
Mothers who have cared for, educated, and taken care of us from our babies to teenagers should go? Really, stripping is useless. Pray and pray, a child's prayer for his parents is the most effective prayer.
" MUMUUU DON'T GO!! You lied mom, said you were going to attend my Junior High graduation next week and we were going to take pictures, you know? Actually I am the champion of one graduate this year.I want you to be happy, and proud to give birth to me in this world" said the man.
" mom, I beg you! Wake up!! Lordy! Please wake up my mom, tell her.. That I'm the champion one graduate of the year. Please Lord, many promises have I made to her, but me? Even though I have not fulfilled it, hyks hyks hyks" continued the man.
Really, the cruelest thing is when our mother dies. Many promises thrown, many dreams in the clouds, many hopes in the swift rain when it was lost with the loss of a reinforcement figure. If he could talk to the creator, he would ask his mother to return, accompany him in grief and pleasure. But in fact it's all just a nod.
The doctors and nurses could only see how pitiful the boy was. Died by loved ones, people who have caused us to feel the beauty of the world.
" Daughter, don't be sad" said a woman his mother's age who has a face very similar to his mother. His face was very soft, sedu and brought the inner rays to the deck.
"...." the teenage boy said something he couldn't hear.
And came the figure of an adult man like his father approached the body of his mother.
What everyone said there was unclear. Confusing.
The light in the room is dead. It's dark!. All dark! The serine sound of the danger marker rang out loud!... And then there was a car that was going fast. It was all spinning, spinning very fast like a tornado...
His mother's face was crying, there was clearly a sad and worried look there. Her mother was crying hysterically by trying to reach the boy. But unfortunately, it was too late.
Blood splattered where where, the sound of crying screamed scream and*....
" hah hah hah" Prabu's breath was like a person who had run a marathon.
" what is that dream? Why do I feel so familiar with that dream? Why are there two mothers? Who then is that man like the father? That teenage boy? Why do I feel like I've experienced it? "
" Lord, is this a clue or is it just my sleeping flower?"
Prabu got up from the bed and sat on the balcony of his room. I think he experienced all of that. His brain was trying to remember, not the memories but the excruciating pain he was getting. His heart throbbed when he looked at his dream earlier, as if it was real and the most bitter thing in his life. Until his tears did not flow, this was not the desire of his heart. Why is he crying?
" my tears fell not according to my permission, my heart ached. It's like a true story!! Butwhat? "
" Lord, give me your lead"
Finally Prabu decided to go back to sleep, tomorrow he plans to go to the doctor.
What secret is that?