Madeline
Wednesday, March 11, 2009 @ 10:26 PM
Tears rolled on her cheek as she walked into the white, hostile room. Everything, except vivid frail image of her mother on the paper-white bed was blurred. "Dare you look up, Madeline," she mumbled to herself. Eyes red as the bed of rose lying outside the hospital window, she glanced at the wrenching sight of her mother. If there were no pride in her, she would have ran to that woman, and hugged her. The woman that never encouraged her, that woman that seemingly hated her, the woman... that left her for another man.
Sleepless nights, drenched tears, and oblivion to the occuring world had ostensibly washed away the hatred and anguish Madeline used to feel. All that mattered at that desperate point, was for her mother, to open up her eyes, and say anything; insults, reprimand, or even the obsolete compliment her mother used to tell Madeline when she was little.
Madeline sobbed quietly as she sat at the beige leather sofa on the left-side of the hospital room. The nurse that escorted her in was now out of sight. An urge to cry gushed out, but was quickly stopped with a loud sigh. She was strong. Of course she was. Left to live with only her busy aunt at the age of six, Madeline was everything but weak. Nevertheless, even gigantic Goliath was defeated, and even the mighty Titanic sinks...
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This essay is going to be completed through your imagination :)
The above situation is just depicted to visualize my personal exaggerated future. Of course, my mom did not leave me for another man :D
I used to tell myself I hated my mother, that she never appreciated me, and all. There was even one point at my life when I tried to ignore her, pretended to be all nonchalant. Because I thought, if I wasn't close with her, there would be no regrets if she passed away as we already stopped talking.
But what if one day, I had to witness her on the hospital bed, not nudging for even an inch? Would I still be holding a grudge against her? Or would I regret my thoughts and reactions towards her?
Then in life, is it really necessary for a critical condition or death of a person for one to forgive another?
