Farewell

I went outside of my room only to see an old woman staring at the window, sitting at her wheelchair. All alone, the only light that saved me when I was living in the dark. She was the reason I'm still alive, after mother's death. I was 3 months old when mother left and vanished leaving no traces behind, except for my name.

I always dreamt of her face, but I'm still not sure how she looks like. I may have the eyes of hers but, doesn't mean I remember her. It's impossible for a 3 month-old baby to memorize such faces, right?

"Are you done?" The old nanny spoke, moving both of her arms like she's chanting. I looked closer only to see, a damaged sweater. She was in the middle of her enjoyment, knitting and fixing holes. The sweater looks dumped with pale gray and stripes of lavender, weird color combination.

"Who's that for?"

"For you, honey" Glancing at me, showing a small smirk.

"Oh hell nah, why would I-" She stopped and suddenly raised her left arm.

"Alright! Alright! That sweater looks charming anyways"

"Hmph, better be" she scoffed.

Geez, this nanny sure is taking everything too far. I find it funny when she offers everything for me, only for me. I loved that side of hers, she satisfied my thirst longing for a mother. I want to give her everything, letting her smile longer than my mother did.

A long silence bargains, her long face shows me that she wants to tell me something. Yet, she can't seem to find the right words to speak.

I want answers. I want her to tell me what my mother looks like, how she sounds like. Why did she help her? How did she disappear? To be fair, we look alike a little, brown hair, hazel eyes and fair skin.

I just want the truth.

Come to think of it, I still haven't thanked her for everything.

"Are you about to leave now?"

Ah. She was worried that she'll be alone, away from me, away from her daughter. I want to break the silence.

"Yes. I'm afraid the Messengers will be here now, sooner or later."

I want to embrace her, feel her warmth.

"Love is strange"

"Eh? What's strange about it?"

"That it lasts. As long as you still care for that certain person, it will last forever"

That sounded like a huge impact, too heavy for my soul.

What she said was true, I still wanted to see my mother. That is the reason why I crave for her love, the reason why I'm still going strong.

A sigh escaped from my mouth.

"What was she like?"

"Hmm?"

"Mother"

"Oh, she looks angelic. Hazel eyes like yours, brown hair, innocent face. She's a 10. Some people say that she was way too famous before, her beauty was outstanding. Too bad"

Too bad what? Is she hiding something from me?

"Mm... here you go, little honey-shit" She laughed, passing the sweater to me.

"Oh, impressive!" Saying sarcastically. I don't want to hurt her, so all I have to do is accept.

"That face of yours sure is fake!"

We laughed both of our ass off. This is probably the last time I will get to see her, laugh with her, and spend my time with her. She was my last hope and is the best company that I could ever ask for.

"Thank you" Clenching the sweater.

Well spoken dear.

She hasn't taken her eyes off the ground. Probably thinking about me being her own daughter as well as, being her friend. She always told me not to do bad things or even curse, well look who's talking. I've been wanting to call her "Mom" for a long time but, there's something making my heart throb even worse.

"Mom" I whispered.

She suddenly stopped moving and her hands stopped chanting. I want to see her face. Curious, I went closer. Reaching a hand at her shoulder, I felt her body cold. No, she's bloodydamn fragile. I turned her wheelchair to face me, both of my hands are shaking. Her face so pale, skin wrinkled even more.

Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!

I shake her body repeatedly, hoping for a hint of life.

Suddenly, her hand reached my face with such speed. Her face went closer to mine.

"You shouldn't have intervened!"

What?