The house was more empty than before without me, Mum no longer had much to do since grandma had also give on one of her visits to Ottawa. It was a time mum normally used for rest because she didn't have much friends. She had only two of them that I knew of, Mrs. Clinton Anas and Mrs. Decker. They were all working at same place so mum had known them from there. She was alone most of the time, she only went out in rare cases. It was the winter already in my second year and she was preparing for a little Christmas celebration since we were only gonna be two at home. I was yet to be back home and then she had just come back from work. Mum prepared coffee and the food was in the microwave when she started having chest pains. She took her pills but they were not of much help. She tried dailing 911 cause all her chest pains never ended well and then before the call could be answered she slumped. Mum had called me daily while I was sin school and she normal called me late in the evening so I was expecting her call but since she didn't call I decided to check in myself. I called and she didn't pick up. It rang and went dead. She wasn't picking up. It was one of her attacks. Her blood pressure had increased and due to the rate of the heart stress and strain she had to collapse. The police picked the call and didn't get a response. They had to trace and track the phone to the address and found her still there on the floor. She was still alive cause the drugs she had taken before she slumped had relaxed her a bit before she went unconscious.
It was three weeks before I would come home for Christmas. She had been in the hospital for almost a day and half before she finally woke up. She had been in drip and was injected with a sedative (melatonin) to help her rest. Mrs Clinton had been beside her bed when she woke up. It was a regular experience to everyone except me that had always been lied to anytime I asked mum what was wrong with her. She looked at Mrs Clinton with a smile and said " thank you,. ... This means Alot to me " and then she said it again to the nurse, it was a lil bit awkward seeing her in this position when she looked strong and inevitable always. It was tough and only her friends were there for her, I should have boycotted school only if I knew. I love my mum so much she had been the only one I had since my dad had left her at San Francisco. It was kinda awkwardly suprising that my dad was alive and I had never seen him in my life. Mum had never kept any details about my father's whereabouts that she knew from me cause she wanted me to know him. There were moments that I wished dat dad could be there so I could prove to him that he was wrong to had dropped us like some bad habits. I always had mood swings about the experience I didn't know how the day would be like, it's not like he was even there when I was young, he never was never there. It was not gonna be emotional, at least I hardly cried, I never cried unnecessarily. I cried when my grandfather died, and when I had lost the semi-finals in my first year in the school team. It had always been my dream when I was young to win the championship at least once. I was gonna take after my role model, Stephen Curry, I also wanted to be an NBA player. It was one of the wild thoughts I had and I never shared with anyone but my best friend, Collins, he told me that if it were my passion I should pursue it. He also said I'll be better as a white collar personnel than an athlete. He said this because I had good grades at list u never went below the B+. I never thought much of the athletic career after i list the semi finals game and Collins would tease me with it some times .
"How long have I been out for?" Mum said as she looked at Mrs. Clinton with pain, her expression was moody and she looked tired cos she had been there with her since mum had been admitted into the hospital.
"Two days Roseline,..... What happened this time?" She said almost like a scold. " I have told you to move on from this and get on with someone else even of not for marriage but at least someone's who's worth you." Mrs Clinton had been mum's friend for quite a while naw and she always told mum that if she could get into an relationship with at least someone better she
was gonna forget the experience or at least reduce the trauma it caused her. She had always said she would think about it and she was had been actually thinking for only God knows how long right now, it was the way Mrs Clinton described it. She was mother of three children, Louise, Alex and Andrew. Louise was the oldest and Andrew was the last. She had also not been a native of Granville, Mr Clinton was American while she was Turkish. They had met in the land of freedom or so it is called, AMERICA.
Mum was discharged from the hospital that evening, it was due to pressure in the heart and stress that she slumped. She was drove home by Mrs Clinton. When she got home she phone her lawyer and had him come over, mum always thought of her death cos she didn't know how her failing heat would end so, she had him come over and record the Will.
Mum had properties I didn't know, she had been an real estate investor for some time. She didn't do much in the field tho but she had invested in it. She was going to state the owners if all her property after she was gone.
Her lawyer was shocked that he was told to issue out the will 2 years after her demise. Mum said I must have been strong enough to handle the property after those years. She was a principled and disciplined, she never wanted me to be dependent, so she made de decision to keep the property from me for 2years.
After the will was noted, she then took her medication and retired to bed to rest and get on with the next day.