I'll See You Again

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I’ll see you again

“If God brought you to it; you’ll have to trust he’ll bring you through it.”

“I’ll see you again.” Those were the last words I had heard from my mom. My aunt and myself were in the room at the time. Not long after that, she passed away. She had cancer and has been strong for as long as I can remember. It was attacking her on the inside, and the out.

I now live with my aunt, who doesn’t understand anything anymore. The death was such a devastation to all of us. It has been 4 years since then.  My mom had been and always will be an amazing lady. She would have done anything for me. It’s always been just me and my mother. I’ve always wanted a little brother or sister to look out for, but after my birth, she got sick. My so called father walked out on us when I was three. Apparently he wasn’t the “father type.” Even though he left us, I’ve always wanted to see what he was like. I mean, it’s my father. He went to college to become a doctor a little bit after he left. Melissa never liked my father, something about him just seemed weird and offsetting to her. I can only imagine his dark brown eyes. Looking right into mine. Then he left.

“You just don’t understand!” I told my aunt. She always thinks she knows everything about me, and I hate it. Yeah, okay, I am a teenager who does have a lot of emotions but it all mainly relates back to the same thing.  “The only one that understood me was my mom!”

“Well we can’t do anything about that now can we?” was her reply as tears started in her eyes. My aunt Melissa, is a single 32 year old. Besides that, I know how she feels. I cry myself to sleep every night. Why couldn’t my mother had been a survivor too?

My aunt has had cancer in the past, but she survived. Her long brown hair finally grew back. I swear her hair was the prettiest and shiniest hair I have ever seen. To add to that, it always smells good. Now that her best friend that she told everything to was gone, she didn’t have much to live for. At least that’s what she told me.

As usual, I run to my room and slam the door. This is almost an everyday routine.

We talk about my mother all of the time, and it always ends up with someone in tears. Usually it was me. I just miss her so much. I know we both do.

Right now I’m having really bad chest pains and heart aches. Maybe it’s just because I miss my mom even more than usual. Last week was her birthday, and we went and put flowers on her grave. Other than that, I eat fine, and jog everyday. So you could say I’m pretty fit. But I’ve been getting these everyday now. My legs also look bigger as if I’ve gained some pounds. I’m for sure I didn’t. It’s never happened before. When I run, my long blonde hair is always falling out of it’s ponytail. Today as I am jogging my usual 3 miles, my heart just feels like it is going to burst out of my chest. It’s coming out of nowhere! I fall to my knees in a yard about 4 blocks from my house. My aunt had went to the store, and as I am laying there I see her car. She jumped out of the car and dashed over to me.

“Brianna, are you okay?”

“I think my heart is going to explode,” I say taking short breaths of air. Which seems to be the only thing I can do right now.

“Okay well get in the car,” she said as she started to pick me up. She has a look of fear in her eyes. I don’t know what is going on.

As my heart is still pumping harder and harder, Melissa is calling the hospital. I begin to get weaker as if my heart is failing.

We are now at the hospital and some doctors that are wearing scrubs come out to me with a wheelchair. I get in it and they take me inside. They go down some hallways, and I realize my aunt Melissa is no longer by my side. I turn around to see her with a clipboard filling out some papers.

The doctor pushing my wheelchair is a male and he has amazing luscious spiky brown hair with big brown eyes. You could tell he had big money because his last name on his name tag, just so happened to be the license plate of a shiny black Lamborghini Gallardo. Sure this was America. Not many people had that kind of money. I look at his hand to see if he is married, and he is not. I find myself surprised because of how handsome this man is. He just, he looks kind of familiar. I can’t put my finger on it.

I am now in a uncomfortable hospital bed with an ugly night gown on. Dr. Flora comes over  and checks my heart beat. Now he is rushing towards the door, without saying a word.  A nurse with her brown hair in a bun is now in here. She comes and fixed me pillow upright.

“How are you feeling?” she asks with a grin on her face. Her teeth are very white, and she looks very young.

“I’m fine, thank you, if you don’t mind me asking. What is the mans name that pushed my wheelchair in here?”

“His name is Dr. Flora. If you think about it, you guys kind of have the same eyes and nose,” she said with a hesitated look on her face. She’s now going out of the room to get him.

Now that Dr. Flora is in here he does look kind of like me. He asks me what I want for my birthday. I tell him I’ve been wanting a car. It’s going to be my 16th birthday.

“I’m going to give you this medicine, and it’s going to knock you out. Okay?” Dr. Flora says bringing back a medicine cup from the table. “I’ll see you again.” I shake my head to agree. It seriously looks disgusting. So I drink it down following it up with a cup of water. In a few short moments, I was out.

I wake up. My aunt Melissa has her head leaning down against her hand. She glances and jumps out of her chair. “Brianna honey, are you doing okay?” she says rubbing my forehead.

I see a glass of flowers on the table next to me, and a few cards. There is one that really stands out to me. It has a picture of a baby girl, and a man with big brown eyes. I reach for that one. I recognize both of them. It was me and my father. There is a note inside of it. My hands shaking as I begin to read. Tears start to fill my eyes.

My dearest Brianna, I am sorry for never being there all these years. You know I have always loved you, but I just wasn’t ready for a child. I thought your mother would be better without me. Sorry I didn’t get you something you had on your wish list for your birthday. Instead, I gave you my heart. When I felt your heart beat I knew it was way above average. That means that you are on your way to having heart failure. I know. I know. But every sign has led to it. You wouldn’t have been able to live with the heart you had. I’ll see you again. Happy Birthday. I love You.

-Forever and Always,

 Dad