By Jessica-Ken:
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Tears Of A Mother âđ§
đ†Jessica Duru ââŁđ
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He asked, âMom, why was I made to stay this way?â
His mother Ayana looked at him, bringing him close, so that his head rested on her bosom. âWe made a terrible mistake. Your father and I,â she fought back the tears wanting to drop, and said, âWe didnât mean for it to go like this,â she sighed. âWe regret dearly for making you suffer.â
Her son pulled away. âRegret?â he asked, âWhy are you apologizing, mother? Itâs not your fault.â
Ayana sniffed, remembering the day she had met her dearest Tristan.
âYou may kiss your brideââ Ayana remembered everything as tear drops from her eyes. She had seen her love story to be a happily ever after tale. Right from when she was in kindergarten, she had always pictured that and wished for her prince charming to come take her with him. She and Tristan had met in their second year, back when she was in U of A. They had become friends, and from there began catching feelings. Tristan had asked her out, thereafter, and as God would have it, they were joined in holy matrimony in the later years. Their joy knew no bounds. Tristan was partly Canadian, and Ayana was an African. Tristan didnât mind despite his mumâs disapprovalâand all other things that came with it, his love for Aya was so strong. Even when when they had known they werenât compatible, they had still gone on with the wedding plans. Now their son was paying the price.
Every time he fell sick. Aya was just by his side, regretting all the times she had remained with Tristan.
If onlyâ
If onlyâ
Tristan was away on a business trip. He had left unannounced, but this didnât worry Ayana as she knew her husband would return.
Ayana was left to care for their only child. Left in a world where crisis was a part of his life, heâd pass through a lot of pains while his mother watched with a broken heart; this was unbearable and an eye sore. Ayana couldnât watch her son in such a state. She couldnât stand seeing him suffer. The poor woman would cry all dayâall night, wishing he had never came into this worldâa world of suffering. He was the only one she had. Each time she remembered this, she would remember that doctorâs words; âThe infection has spread, Iâm sorry, maâam. Your womb has to be removed.â His voice hit so hard. The thought of never been able to give her husband kids hurt her mostâthis was one reason she couldnât bear losing her son Amih. She loved him so.
âAmih, please donât leave mommy, okay? She loves you very much,â her tears designed to flow did their jobs.
Amih had been rushed to the hospital that day. His crisis couldnât be contained; Aya could take no risk. Her son was going to die, this went on in her mind. She remembered the time her husband would comfort her.
If onlyâ
If onlyâ
âM-mom, where is dad? Why isnât he here?â Amihâs sick voice dragged Ayana slowly out of thoughts. He noticed the tears that were already leaving her eyes. Has she been crying?
Ayana took notice of his expression. âOh, son,â she faked a smile and looked at him. âHow are you feeling, my child?” she asked, trying to avert his mind. “Does it hurt?â
Amih pointed at his head and gave a soft laugh. âOnly there.â
Ayana could see her child was only trying to make her worry less. âOh, son.â Ayana couldnât help bursting into tears. âThis is all my fault, she saidâit’s all my fault.â she clung dearly to him.
If onlyâ
If onlyâ
Those words rang in her heart.
~Ayana â
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