A Boy And His Mother.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: October 14, 2017

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“Mommy, Mommy!” The little boy exclaimed with pure joy as he ran to his mom. His soft, baby-blue eyes shimmer in the sunlight as he jumps up into his mother’s arms. He doesn’t know why, but there are tears softly rolling down his cheeks.. He does his best to ignore it, for the time being. His mother swings him around softly, as if he was on a carousel. They laugh and smile together for the moment as the world, without warning, grew dark. He fell to his knees and began to laugh, thinking that his mother wanted to play hide-and-seek with him. He spots his mother but she seems rather.. Distant. “Mooommyy! I found you!” The little boy exclaimed, happily. With every step, she seemed to get further, and further away.. He wondered, what is going on? Why is his mother getting further, and further away..? He keeps running, and sprinting after her, but his legs seem to grow weary, with each excessive step he takes. His breathing grows ragged and he soon kneels down, as tears roll down his cheeks rapidly. “Mommy.. Please don’t leave me.. I’m too scared to be all alone.. Please, come back.. I.. I don’t want you to go..”  The little boy closes his eyes and begins to tremble a little, as he cries his heart out to his mother, hoping she’d hear him. He kneels there for a while silent, alone, cold, heartbroken. He soon stands up weakly, and opens his eyes. He is no longer a little boy, but rather a grown man now, at the age of Twenty-Three. He looks down to see his elderly mother holding his hand softly as she lays weakly in the hospital bed. He’d tear up, wishing that he had more time to spend with her.. He’d wish that he didn’t ignore her, whenever she wanted to talk with him for a little bit. As he got older, he began to pay more attention to his teenage life, rather than his own loving mother. He grew up to think that she didn’t want anything to do with him. He thought his own mother considered work to be more important than him.. “M-Mama, i’m here for you now.. I’m so, so sorry that I haven’t been around for you. I always thought that you considered work to be more important than me.. I-” He grasps his mother’s cold hand  “I appreciate everything that you have done for me.. I never knew that you worked so hard to support me. You actually cared and all I could do was take it for granite.. Now, I know that I will never be able to thank you enough for being my only true supporter. I was so attached to you, mama.. But I’m here now to say thank you.. For everything you did for me growing up, and goodbye.. Goodbye, Mama.. I love you so much..”

 


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