Tear after tear streamed down her face;
she probably wouldn’t make it in time.
It was late, almost dark, and the rain had started falling faster. She was tired, had hardly slept in days, but
she didn’t care and started pedaling even harder than she already was. This might be her very last chance for this,
which was a thought she could hardly stand.
She turned the corner into the parking
lot, and barely had the bike stopped before she jumped off and grabbed the
flowers and card from under the plastic protective cover on the bike basket.
Running inside the automatic doors, she
checked the clock. Twelve minutes before
hospital visiting hours were over. She
would make it. She wiped the tears off
of her face with the back of her hand as she raced down the hall.
Opening the door to the room, her lips
quivered into a smile. She put the
flowers in the vase on the small table beside the bed and leaned the card
against it before sitting on the bed and putting her arms around the “sleeping
patient.”
“Happy Mother’s Day, Momma,” she
sniffed. “I love you.”
She was still sitting there hugging her
mom when the heart monitor started the long beep while the nurses rushed in and
the woman took her last breath. That was
when the girl melted into an ocean of her tears.
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