"God, please take me."
Are the words she said while begging to be taken by God while being in all pain she's in.
"Mother, mother..." She begged and begged.
But who did she beg?
She would forget about her children, she would be mad about everything.
Why did she get do mad?
If there's God, she said, please let me go.
She would say her children's name, and next time forget about them.
She would call for them.
But everytime they answered the call, she wouldn't believe that it was actually them.
"I want to go home.", she said while her children didn't know what to do anymore.
If they rested, she would call them, if they went to the bathroom, she would call them.
The middle child, was always supportive, helping out, her youngest couldn't look at her anymore, her oldest already was awaiting for her death, the mother's death that is.
She was hallucinating, she would be screaming the names of people no one ever heard.
She would be out of it.
"What is it now mother?" They asked.
"Help me get up."
"Help me sit down."
"Yes mother, what is it now?"
"I want to go home."
"Take me home."
But you are already home, mother.
You are home mother.
Home is where you are.
You aren't somewhere else, you are at your house.
We never left you, mother. Even your grandchildren are here, everyone is here.
"Take me home.", she repeated.
"Alright, we'll take you home."
"I want to go home."
"We will take you there."
...God, please, give her the peace she deserves it.
She is in agony, she is in pain.
Death is dear, we all know it, but just one more night.
The worst thing her children would hear from her is:
"God, please, take me."