That memory happened on March 2002 when I was in the third grade of senior high school. My mother had been sick for more than a half of year and her health was very bad. She had never complained about her condition to her family and even she still went to work. On Wednesday morning, there was no body at home but only my mother and me. That morning, like usual I was watching my favourite TV programme when my mother was in the kitchen to wash the dishes. I actually had warned her not to do the daily activities but she didn’t listen to my admonition. I was disgruntled then I just let her did what she wanted to do. Suddenly, I heard my mother’s voice was calling my name loudly. I got shocked and rushed to the kitchen to find out what had happened to her. I couldn’t believe what I saw. My mother had collapsed on the floor in front of the bath room. I was so panicked and numb. My body was shaking and trembling. I could not move from the place I was standing by. I didn’t know what I had to do to help her. Then I tried to wake her up by shaking her body rudely but she was still unconscious. I started to cry loudly and called out her name several times. Hastily, she slowly opened her eyes and stared at me. I immediately helped her to stand and guided her to the bed room. After I had laid her down on the bed, I phoned my father to tell him that something had happened to my mother. Unluckily, my father wasn’t in his office at that moment so I left him a message. In that crucial condition, I had to do something for her. That sentence resound in my head all the time. Without asking her opinion, I took her to the hospital by taxi.
As soon as we had arrived in the hospital, some nurses took her to the emergency room. I was standing beside her when a doctor came and then examined her seriously. I was so nervous and tensed. I couldn’t help to weep because my mother looked so pale and weak. My heart was beating fast. In that kind of situation, I wished that I had a big brother to accompany me because I was so scared. In fact, there was no body beside me to share of. I just could bite my fingers to flee my fear. My head was spinning around. Suddenly, I got an idea to phone some friends in order to accompany me in the hospital. No longer after that, my friends came and comfort me with their ‘magic’ words. They said that I had to be strong and tough to face this problem. They also said that this was a God’s testing to me so I had to be patient. Maybe, sooner or later I would take some precious lessons from this kind of moment.
After more than an hour of examination, the doctor told me that my mother had to stay in the hospital for intensive treatment because my mother’s health was very bad. I agreed with the doctor’s suggestion then my mother was taken to a special room for treatment. She slept after she had an injection from a nurse. I assured my friends that I could take care of my mother by my self but they still insisted to accompany me. I was touched because I had many best friends who wanted to stay beside me in my bad times. My friends and I were waiting for my mother when my father and my sister arrived.
There was something unexpected happened. My mother’s health was getting weaker and weaker. The doctor explained that my mother’s haemoglobin level was dropped. She was in critical condition. I felt that my heart jumped out. I was scared and thought negatively all the time. I didn’t want her die. I stood by her side all the days because I was afraid of losing her from my life. Until one night, she called my name gently. She said to me that there was no longer for her to live in this world. I cried loudly when she said those words. She added that if she had passed away, I had to look after of my father and sister. My mother also said that she prayed for me so that I could be a good and successful woman in this life. I shed tears and stopped her saying things like that. I told her that she would recover as soon as possible. Then I went home and cried all night long. I kissed all her clothes and stared at her pictures. I prayed days and nights to God in order no to separate me from my mother. I asked Him to give me a second chance to love and take care of her with all my heart. I really didn’t want to lose her. I didn’t know what my life would be without her. Finally God answered all my prayers. She slowly recovered after she had stayed in the hospital for 2 months.
From that moment, I can take many precious lessons that can lead me to do something better as a daughter. I learn how I should take care of my mother and how to love her. I try my best to give her more attentions. I always obey everything she says because now I realize that mother’s words are mostly true. They also can bring us some goodness. Now the relationship between my mother and I are closer than before. I always talk and share my problems with her. She is just a good listener and adviser. I keep on telling to my self that I will make her happy for rest of her life. That is my vow. I’m grateful to God who has blessed me with such kind of miracle. He still gave me a second chance to see my mother who stands by my side until this day. Sometimes I think that I must be the happiest girl on earth. I may not be beautiful, smart or wealthy but I have a great mother who always smiles at me in every single of my days. All I can say “Mother……….I love you!” and I always will.
