During the summer holiday, the first two weeks were spent treating Chris from his battered body. During this period, his mother had been suffering from ovarian cancer
[TWO WEEKS EARLIER].
Morning Darling! Mr. Sola greeted his wife as she rose up from bed.
Morning! She responded coldly.
How do you feel today? How is your body? Hope no problem? Mr. Sola asked.
I feel weak, broken, and worn out. I don't feel any better. I feel like dying…
Mr. Sola didn't allow her to finish up her statement before he shut her up. Don't say that, learn to say positive things to yourself. Just take a look at Mrs. Agnes. She was also an ovarian cancer sufferer but she overcame it. She survived it. You are also going to survive it. It is not going to end your life? Mr. Sola said.
I believe, but this death feeling just builds up in me. Mrs. Sola replied.
Our son is coming back home today, cheer up. you are going to see your son, or should we go for a test? Mr sola asked.
Maybe Yes. She replied.
(At the hospital)
Good morning. Dr Smith greeted the couple seated in front of him.
From the wife's look, Dr Smith could figure out that something was fishy. What's the matter? Your face looks bad, it looks dull. What's the matter? Doctor Smith inquired.
My wife says that her body feels somehow, she's so I brought her here to run a test on her to monitor her health. Mr Sola said.
Okay, follow me. Doctor Smith said.
Fifteen minutes later the test results were out, Doctor Smith wore a saddened look as he came into his office. The couple were already worried by this bad look, they were curious about the test results.
Ugh! Ugh!! Ugh!!! Doctor Smith coughed looking at the big ceiling fan whirring at a top speed; he tried not to look at the couple; he had bad news for them. Sharon, I'm sorry, you have sixteen days to live. Doctor Smith said as he burst into tears.
Doctor Smith was the elder brother of Sharon, they were from the same father and the same mother.
For the next five minutes, the office was filled with silent cries emitting from its present occupants. After the period of silence, Sharon also called Mrs Sola. Said "Is this how I'm going to die, just like that leaving Chris my only son. God why! why! why me! Why me God! God.. and you are looking at me, I served you with all my might, I prayed and fasted on this but still, you still allowed this to happen. I'm dying in less than three weeks. Okay! It's Okay. Mrs Sola cried
Sharon, we doctors we care but God cares, but it pains me that you are going to leave me so early. Doctor Smith cried.
Dear, you are leaving so soon, I believe that there is nothing God cannot do. I cannot live without you, once you die, I will also die. Mr Sola also cried.
Just...Just...Just take care of my Chris, don't let anything happen to him, let me even die, let me be free from this pains atleast I know when I will die, let me prepare for eternity
(Present time)
Dad, Mom, I noticed that both of you, your faces look sad, you look...like...I can't even describe what's happening.
Nothing, absolutely nothing. His mother replied as she broke down in tears.
Mom, what is it? Chris asked, or is it because of my injuries?
What is it ? Chris inquired again.
You will understand tomorrow. His father concluded sadly as he rose to go into his room.
Chris' mother died during her sleep; she died peacefully. Chris couldn't withstand the pain of losing his mother; he couldn't believe it was real.
Dad, you're joking, everything is a joke, or how could mum die just like that. Chris cried.
Somebody should tell me that it is a dream; it is a prank. Chris sobbed.
Sympathizers came all over; they were consoling the bereaved family; they encouraged the family to move on and focus on the good part of life.
On the day she was to be buried, Chris begged to be buried alongside his mother, but that could not be done. After the funeral.
The summer holiday was spent in pains. School resumed but Chris couldn't resume with them. One day he was thinking about his mother when he remembered that someone had told him that whenever he was depressed or ill, he takes just a sip of the beer, his brain would settle down. He went to his father's bar and took out a bottle of beer and took a sip of the beer, then his mind settled. "Thank God I have a coolant," he murmured to himself.
Chris took it in his habit of drinking a bottle of alcohol to school every morning; after drinking he would use mouth perfume to absorb the odour and being a genius, he passed easily and still gets the first position. Little by little, Chris became a chronic drinker, but it was too late before his father discovered, things had gone out of hands.