The Impossible

  I remember one hot summer morning when I was 11 years old I was watching T.V. I noticed my mom sitting on the dinner table. Her posture looked pained. Then it hit me, my mom had been sick for a while. 

 
 In that moment, I realized my mom had been doing fewer chores. She would always be resting. 

Even for an 11 year old girl, those changes were obvious. My dad would always tell me she wasn’t feeling good. Every time I tried getting near her, my dad would give me a “be careful” look.

Throughout the days, I noticed my mom looking worse than before. She looked so fragile. Seemed to me she didn’t have any energy in her.  My dad would always help my mom around.

One afternoon, my mom was gone. She wasn’t in bed. I looked for her around the house but I couldn’t find her. My grandma noticed I was looking for my mom and she told me my aunt came by and drove my mom to the doctor’s because she wasn’t feeling well.

My mom was gone for a couple of days. Every day I would ask my grandma where my mom was.

“Where’s my mom?” I’d ask.

 She would always tell me she would come back soon.

The day finally came. My mom was back. I sprinted through the living room, to the front door and down the stairs to finally see my mom arrive. When I saw her I was shocked. My mom had purple and blue bruises all around her body.

“Are you okay? What happened?” I had asked, concerned.

She told me,” Don’t worry about it.”

 
When I took a glace again, she actually looked better than before. She still looked really fragile because of the bruises, she looked healthier.  

When I became a teenager, my mom told me what had happened back then. She told me she was not healthy and could have been in a coma if she stayed one more day at home.

Doctors had said my mom had pneumonia and it would be all on her on how the medications worked. They were worried if her body would accept the treatment.

For the first days in the hospital, my mom was not doing well. On her fifth day, she started getting better.

My mom told me the reason why she had bruises was because every single day doctors would inject her with medications because she was too weak.

On that day, I realized how important my mom was to me. My mom is my hero and I am the way I am because of her.

I believe in the impossible. Nothing is impossible if you have faith in it.