Gazillion Days - Single Day In History (by Rona118)

MORNING

Twenty-second of February, 2006. It was the fifth day that I had been sick. I just arrived home from school. I don’t know. At that time, I felt like there’s a great chance of getting healed at home.I spent money and time to cure my illness for four days. Nothing worked. It were all wasted.

I took my breakfast hurriedly. Mother and I decided to go to a public hospital in town for check up.

I met the most respectable youngest doctor in town. The doctor asked a lot questions. What surprised me so much was when he asked me if I have a boyfriend. I felt offended by the question for the question seemed an assault to my personal life. But somehow, I felt special for he asked about my personal life.

I was thinking that he might be interested in me for asking me such kind of question. With integrity, I answered him that I already broke up with my boyfriend. He smiled back at me . He then advised me to go to the laboratory for urinalysis. I could imagine being a wife of a doctor.

AFTERNOON

We took our lunch and went to the laboratory. It was so hot. There were a lot of people standing in line. No wonder, for it's the only private laboratory in town. We got the result after long hours of waiting. It was handed to my mother. I could still remember the look in her face. Her eyes were in rage as the Medtech was talking to her. As they finished talking, my mother grabbed my arm. She handed me the result.

I stood still , so surprised by the words written on that piece of paper. Then I found myself in tears. That were the tears of joy. My prayers were answered at last. I always wanted to have a piece of me. I always wanted to have someone to love. And that very moment, on that piece of paper what all I wanted and prayed for were given to me.

No word can suffice the happiness I've felt. So, ironic. Mother seemed so disappointed. She was waiting for a trisikad --three-wheeled bicycle with a sidecar. It's obvious that she didn't want to discuss things yet.

EVENING

Mother called me for the vehicle was waiting. We were riding a trisikad. It was a bright sunny day. Three individuals were paving a dusty road—my mother, me and the trisikad driver.

The sun rays shined through our faces. The eyes of each individual represent different sentiments. The driver's eyes revealed weariness. My eyes reflected a blissful spirit. Mother's teary eyes divulged a gloomy soul.

Seeing mother's eyes squeezed my heart. How I wished I could wipe away the expression of her eyes. How I wished she could feel me that she could feel how happy I was at that moment. I must have wounded her so much.

I felt like crying but I couldn’t. Never did I show mother that I was in tears. I couldn't think of how could I repay an offense. No other way but to keep strong for my upcoming child.

Too bad I haven't ended with the Doctor. I realized now why the doctor was interested about my lovelife.

THE END

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