NICK
"Did you see that?!"
I point towards her hand that just moved a finger. The paramedic looks at me like I am crazy.
"I am sorry, sir but someone in a state like your mother does not make movements so early on"
I know what I saw. She moved her finger. I look into her eyes making sure whether she does not give me some sort of sign that she is alive. But all I see is her staring at the ceiling. There is no sign that she has come to.
I sigh loudly. I really wished that it was real. I sit back and just wish that we can get to the hospital so that the doctors can tell me more about what is going on. I find myself even praying a little.
I never thought that my heart will reach a point where it wants to pray for my mother. I remember how I used to pray a lot at the beginning when she started to ignore me. I prayed every night that she would come back to me and be the mother that I used to know. But then somewhere along the line, I stopped.
