AGE-
SIXTEEN
THE AGE OF
LOVE
A time
where love blossoms, but I had no such interests at that time. After the
robbers left. I was fond to steal other items which I could not get through
money but I was adamant that I use my money and not my mom or else she would
have bust me for sure. Even though stealing was not my passion after some time
I came to understand how much I hated it but in turn it gave me joy possessing
things that cannot bought with money. On the day of my mother's birthday, I set
up a huge party for her but just like any rich business women she was busy and
decided to go to an international conference meeting. Even though this has
happened several times in the past and she would always call me to apologize,
that night something else happened. My mother came home suddenly and by the
looks of it she was broken to the core. I slowly asked my mother why she was
not in the conference, she looked at me in a deep thought and said I met with
an accident and almost died. It was quite the shock to see my mother for first
time shaken so badly and I instantly knew that was not the complete story. I
tried my best keep my composure but seeing my mom in that state had got to me
and involuntarily started to cry. As small tears started to falling down my
cheeks, she instantly got hold of herself and hugged me and said why are you
crying nothing happened to me and started laughing. That forceful laughter
showed me how much she loved me and it sparked an enormous guilt of my hidden
activities. It was at that point I realized what my only advise my mother gave
meant. I did not want to disappoint her so I decided to stop stealing things
which I cannot buy with money.
AGE-
TWENTY
AGE OF
REALIZATION
Twenty is
the age where most teens realize what life truly is about. It was the same with
me too. After the accident my mother did not have many successes in business
end. It was later that my mother told me that she saw her secretory get smashed
by the celling and it was haunting her in her dreams. As time passed by, she
started drinking more and being paranoid, I had no other option but to force
her to the doctors. The educated people are really a pain when it comes to
things like this. It was a tough time for me as she would not take the
medication on time. Little by little I felt like my mother was changing to
someone I don't recognize; I did not know if it was the disease or if she was
like that from the very beginning. But as time passed by, I came to understand
that my mother was always emotional and she would bury it deep inside her heart
for my sake and happiness. The accident was too much and she now has lost all
control of her emotions. The failure in work has only caused her more pain. It
is easy for people to advise that "you don't have to win every battel" or "its
fine to fail" or "failure is part of life". The only thing that they don't
understand is my mother spent all her life to win and not loose. It's not easy
to take on failure and move on. The mind is a puzzle that can never be solved
when your judgement is clouded with regret and disappointment.
My mother
condition just kept deteriorating and I knew something has to be done. So, I
called all the best doctors and bought all the expensive medication in the
market. Little did I know, my mother never took those meds and would only start
taking them a week before going for the routine checkup. In that way the
doctors would not suspect a thing. But the biggest blow to her came when my
stepfather died by cardiac arrest. It was one thing after another and the
situation was getting out of hand. Slowly by slowly without realizing I started
to go down the road of my mother. The stress caught up to me but my mother
suddenly stood strong, she did not even shed a tear on the funeral. I did not
know if it was the meds or something else but I saw my old mother back and
tears started flow down my eyes. After the funeral she went back to the dark
road again and I knew that this time there was still some hope and after
consulting a few doctors it came to my attention that there a doctor who is the
best at patients like this and I decided to contact him. After getting into a
call with him I was notified that he only takes two patients at a time and will
not take anyone till they are cured. And the second spot just was filled and
even with an outrageous offer, he declined and said he would place us next in
the waiting list. Yet again I stand here with something I cannot buy with
money. As my mother went deeper and deeper in the dark hole of sadness, I sat
there helpless and then suddenly I received a call.
The call
was from the investigation agency that I hired to find the patient who hired
the doctor so that I could make some sort of a deal with them. But later I
realized that the patients who hired the doctor are rich or could be even
richer than me. There is nothing that I could offer to change their mind so I
decided to end the search for them, but apparently, I had forgotten to inform
the agency. The agency told me that one of his patients is admitted in the
hospital at ward three and would be discharged tomorrow morning. Without even a
thought I rushed to the hospital but visiting hours where done. I had a close
friend in the hospital who worked as security and after making a deal with him
he let me in the VIP area of the hospital. As I passed through the area it was
evident no amount of money will convince them to find another doctor. As is
stood outside Ward three, my mind was racing with thoughts and one thought
popped up, if this patient was dead, my mother would be cured. If I can't buy
it with money, I can steal it. As I approached the door my mind just gave me a
shiver, my heart started to beat faster that I started hearing it, I started to
sweat profusely, my vision started to dim a little, it started to feel like
gravity suddenly got stronger that I am being pulled to the ground at each
step. I see to the right and there was a tray with medical instrument and there
was a catheter there. I slowly rip the packet without making any noise. I take
the catheter on wrap it once on my right hand and I open the door slowly and
enter the room and close the door. The room was dark and cold, my shivering
started to increase and as I look around the room and to my luck it was empty.
I let out a huge breath and fell on my knees, tears flowing down my eyes, I put
the catheter in my pocket, composed myself and left the hospital. After
reaching home I took a long staring contest with my sealing with tears in my
eyes. Suddenly someone knocked on the door, my anxiety spiked as a million
thoughts run down my brain where one was that the police has come to arrest me.
When my mother called my name, I was relieved in some sort of sense. My mother
came in smiling and said that she has some great news she wants to share with
me. Seeing my mother smile melted my heart and my worries were nonexistent at
that point of time, without even hearing her news, I hugged her tightly and
started crying. She hugged me tightly and said, I just closed a deal with the world's
biggest company. I did not even care if she had closed a deal with the worst
company, but seeing her happy made my heart leap out in joy. The next few days,
I was suffering in cringe nation, thinking what I have done and what would have
happened if someone was actually there in ward three. Those are the questions
that haunt me till this date.