It is time to get out, that was what my dear parents told me. I wanted to stay with them more, only a bit more to enjoy all the time that was taken from us. So many years.
"You will be fine, my dear," my beautiful mother hugged me, her strength was always fascinating, if she didn't crush some bones I will think something was wrong. However, this time, something was definitely wrong, I knew it a long time ago, but I didn't want to ask. I was afraid of the answer. Though, I am more afraid to know that this will be the last time I get to see her... alive.
"Tell me, mom," I insisted. I know she was a bit tired and her body was overly weak, her time sleeping kept increasing with each day we passed together. "What is going on with you?"
"I… I am passing away, my dear," she smiled with tears in her eyes, "please, don't worry, my dear. This time with you was what I needed the most, so don't cry, okay?"