Stepping in to the school grounds after 2 months away felt weird. It felt like 2 entire years had passed since I'd last clapped eyes on this familiar brick building. My dorm room had a thin layer of dust on it and it felt lonely - unwelcoming somehow.
After celebrating my birthday with me, my mum died. When I'd just returned home, I learned that she was in the last stage of lung cancer.
She said that she had not allowed anyone to tell me earlier as she did not want me to worry. That was so unfair.
I wanted to have a chance to find a cure for her.
I wanted to have a chance to comfort her.
I wanted to have a chance to rub her back as the chemotherapy ate at her from the inside.
I wanted to hug her for just a little while longer and call her Mummy again.
I miss her like hell and I wished she had given me the chance to show her how much i really care.
Dad chased me back to school after her funeral. "It's no use mopping around here. Go pursue your education. It's what you mum wanted."
Easier said than done.
I want to be with them. Her.
R.I.P Mummy.