Mom!
Mom!!
Please mom don't do this, mom please don't do this, mom!
Dad please wake up, mum please wake up, mom i love you please wake up , i need you mom.
My voice is now the only one in the hallway. The nurse comes, and she checks my mom's pulse. She lies down on the floor. She uses her personal cell phone and places a call, "Bring a stretcher, there is an emergency, hurry." She says.
The doctor comes towards us, he checks my mom, who was lying on the floor. " I think she had a heart attack, you should get the...."
"I already called them, they are on their way." Two nurses come to our aid, they carry her gently, onto the stretcher. and we go to the female wing, and then she is given a bed.
The doctor tells me to calm down. I can't calm down now, I feel more alarmed. That was the same thing he said before my dad passed.
I am outside the room. I can't see what is happening inside, I don't know what is happening.
A nurse came up to me and gave me a paper to fill. It's for my father, I have to claim his body from the hospital.
she says, "sorry for your loss," I can't hear her. My heart is heavy, my head is full, my bones are hollow, I feel the wind can lift me if I stand. I sat there with the papers she brought dropped on the long chair I was seated on.
Please God, save my mother, please God, I promise to be good, I promise to be good. Rubbing my palm on my face, I close my eyes and pray.
Something deep inside of me is stiff, it feels heavy, and it is weighing me down. I can't fully describe this weight, but I feel it goes down a bit. While I prayed, my phone began to ring. I checked the caller, and it said "Boss Moses"."
I smiled to myself, knowing I was late for work. I would need money to bury my father and pay for my mother's stay here.
I can't stay here, I am already late for work, and Mr. Moses will want me to work another a
Hour to repay this one I have lost.
I can't think properly, I don't know what to do, I can't leave my mom. I walk to the reception and talk to the lady there about my mom, i give her my number to call me. I began to fill the forms the nurse had brought to me earlier. I walk towards the men's wing, I know my dad would be moved to the morgue. I can't bury him yet, I need my mom to wake up.
I rushed and submitted it, wiping the tears from my face. I ran to my bike and rode straight out of the hospital gate. My phone is ringing, but I don't pick up the phone.
i pedal fast until I get to 'wilson's bar,' this is where I work, this is where I and Mr. Moses work, and I know he would be standing six steps away from the door with a bow tie and black trousers complemented by his bald shining head and bright brown eyes with a face that still looks handsome even if he was trying to look serious.
I pushed the door, and there he was standing six steps away. As I pushed the door and entered the bar, he smiled and told me, "You are working an hour more for coming late, I don't say a word."
I hurry to work, clean, and try not to think about my life. After I was done cleaning, I changed into my waiting uniform, and I walked to the customers and asked them for their orders.
Mr. Moses dropped some bottles on my tray before he noticed the tears on my face,
"Are you crying?" He asked.
I nod my head denying it, take the rest of the hours off, i will cover for you. I stand there and wait for him to fill the tray. I wiped my face with my handkerchief, sorry sir, I can't do that, I need the money. I tell him.
He fell silent, and then he said, "You should wipe your face then, you can't make the customers uncomfortable".
``Yes sir," I replied.
I carry the drinks to them and collect the bill before they get too drunk to pay, i worked late into the night.
I hurried to the town's hotel". I rushed in too. I was an hour and thirty minutes late, so I picked up my bike and rushed to check in. I know it would probably be useless, but I have to try.
I started with cleaning the rooms of people who had checked out of the hotel. Here I am allowed to cry.
Nobody was watching, slow short sobs, until I fell asleep in one of the rooms.
It was the last room I had to clean. I was woken up by the hotel supervisor, he had come to check if i had done my job.
"Hey, get up, go home if you want to sleep,"
"Sorry sir." I say as I stand hastily. "If you are tired of working, you should go home.'
"Sorry sir" I repeated.
I carry my cleaning equipment and make my way out, I go down to continue cleaning, the staff bathroom was part of my work.
After I was done, I went to sit with the porters. I waited for my shift to end, and I fell asleep there again.
My phone was ringing, I jumped up like I was expecting the call.
I looked at the screen, there was no name, I picked it up and heard a female voice.
You should come to the hospital, she says. I cipher the lady from the reception who I gave my contact to.
It's my mom awake? I ask her.
But the line grows dead.
I try to call her back, but the operator tells me ,I am out of credit again.
I sigh and check the time,
it was almost seven o'clock, and my shift would soon be over. These twenty minutes were like a hundred years to me. I wanted to race back to the general hospital and see my mom, she would probably be hungry. I need to get her something to eat.
I went to the kitchen to talk with some of the chefs.