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A Mother's Love

The four corners of the room were silent – a standing man’s heart was thumping while the woman lying on the bed, face flushed and beads of sweat forming on her forehead, clutched the metal railing of the hospital bed. As the sun rose, the woman’s face could not be painted anymore. “You’re doing good, push a little more,” said the blurry Doctor. But wait, the room went silent as a loud cry was heard. The woman felt a rush of warmth as her eyes flew open and a slippery, red came out. That woman is a mother now.

            In the field of contesting tall buildings, stood a mother and a daughter. “Mother, buy me this Barbie doll inside the box!” said the child. The mother took out her well-seasoned purse, got the two purple bills that the boss in the factory gave her, and paid the cashier. “Oh, mother! Buy me this paper-colored dress!” said the kid as the mother took her last three red bills from the pocket. “Mom! I want this red lipstick!” yelled the teen as her mother gave her a rolled paper bill. It was supposed to be for the mother’s medicine.

            With only cricket’s wings vibrating, a small green house was found silent one night. It was a dark, gloomy road but the house seemed to highlight the street. The aroma of a white flower is all over the place. Lights were covering the coffin where the mother lies. The woman who seemed to look like her, bawls her eyes as she remembers something. Her mother looks like a doll inside the box now, wearing the exact design as the dress she wanted, with the bright red lipstick she bought. She caressed her stomach as her tears flowed down. That mother is a grandmother now.