Saying Goodbye

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic


This is a short story about a relationship between a mother and a daughter, and about the day she had to say goodbye.

Submitted: November 21, 2017

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?I sat in the hospital waiting room, my head between my knees.

"Breath," said my husband.

?"Shut up," I said. I knew he was just trying to help, but right then, I didn't need him; I needed my daughter. "How long has it been?" I asked. My breathing was becoming more normal, and I felt less dizzy. Nauseous, though. Still nauseous.

?"About two hours," he answered.

?I nodded. I lifted my head and looked at him. My husband, for the past eight years, was in tears. I felt horrible. "This is all my fault," I said. I couldn't even look him in the eyes. 

"No, It's . . ."

?"Yes! Don't try and sugar coat it, Scott! I ran the red light." I lifted my eyes to his, finally. "It's my fault our little girl is in surgery. It's my fault that we're going to lose her." Then, I started to cry. Not just weep, either. My whole body trembled with the enormous pain and guilt I felt for my little girl.

?For the past four years, Jessie was the light of my life. Ever since she was born, she had brought me such joy. I never thought I would ever be a mother, but when I married Scott, at the age of thirty-five, the urge to have a baby was almost unbearable. Six, Three years later, our dream came true. Jessie was a happy child; always full of spunk. She loved to play imagination games, and let me tell you, she had one big imagination!

?Now, she was in the fight of her life, and it was all my fault. If I hadn't been reaching for the dolly she had thrown up front, I would have noticed the light turn red.?

?"Mr. and Mrs. Dimaggio?"

?We stood up and faced the doctor who had entered the room. 

Silence.

?"I'm sorry. We tried to save her, but she didn't make it."

?I stared at the doctor for a full minute. Scott was hugging me, but all I could do, was stare at the doctor.  She's gone. My heart broke into a thousand pieces at that moment. Scott was crying, but I was too shocked. The doctor left the room, and it was then, that reality hit me like a force I have never felt before. I couldn't breathe, and all I wanted to do was die. I wanted to be with my little girl.

?Tears began to fall down my cheeks. I knew that I would always know this pain that I felt; It would never leave me. My daughter was dead. My angel was now in heaven.

?And it was my fault.

 


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