(Theme: Vacancy)
The light went out of her eyes a long time ago. There wasn’t
much we could do – that we could ever do – except hope that the ‘no’ would
someday go out of her ‘vacancy’ sign. After a year passed we wondered every
night if she would have wanted this, vegetating, little more than the reason
for several machines to exist. After two years dad started drinking. He would
go into rages, maybe because this was his fault in the first place and he knew
it. He would scream about pulling the plug. It was around then that mom left
us. I went to live with a friend. He never did pull the plug after I told him
he didn’t know anything about what she wanted (she never was one to talk about
sad things, even if I knew now it was all a façade) and that furthermore, if
anyone was going to do it, it would be me. He stopped coming to the hospital
after that. On the night of the third year I brought her her usual bouquet,
lavender and jasmine from the park, and held her hand, and she sat up and
looked at me. She said my name, and
“How long was I asleep?”
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