THE GOLD STORY: The Gold I never want to lose

Pixabay

Gold is a treasure and he who possesses it, possesses all he desires.
This is the gold I never want to lose.

We have gone through times from birth till now. I have suckled on her bosom, been fed by her, taught how to crawl, walk and speak. She listened to my gibberish and taught me my first words, I knew I gained my first gold.

But now, it has changed. We keep getting into fights for no reason. Sometimes I feel apart. Every conversation now turns into an argument and I sit wondering but sometimes decide to accept fate. But, not letting the gold slip away.

We do not have a good relationship anymore but I know I yearn and long to have it, I grin from ear to ear just so I could hear let's fix what might have made us be this far apart. I hope and wait to hear it. I might be acting nonchalant but I desire the bond, for this is the first gold I possessed.

The phone calls remind me we are about to get into an argument. Should I ignore the call? No just answer the call. Through the whispers and increased heart rate, through the silence that clouds it, here comes the worst nightmare again: a fight.
What seemed happy has ended. The silence cuts deep making you afraid to run back home. Home???? No, that is just another place. But, this is the gold I never want to lose.

“Precious….” She said as she gave instructions on how the home should be run as she left that morning with dad.
She had just complained of a stomach ache.

Ok… I replied, ensuring to adhere to all instructions.

Having done all the instructions, he called.

Precious… please could you help me with transportation to come back home? Thank you God bless you. With my head spinning, this is actually my last and I have to pay for my book in school to enable me submit my assignment. Sacrifices are worth it, I said to myself as I let go of all I have.
God will provide.

Heading to school, using the closet route I know, not with hope but still trusting and faking smiles, yet head racing but with whispered prayers on the lips. Now, returning from the lecture.

“She has been admitted to the hospital”... he said.

I stood fixed to the ground, head spinning, heart sourcing for comfort and mind replaying on every word he just said.

“It will require an operation”... He said this time. A sigh had its way of escaping through like it would ease his burden.

An operation!!... I exclaimed
Is this how this gold will slip away?

While he touched my shoulders like it was some sort of way he could comfort me, he left for the hospital.

Now this time, my heart did not only ache. A tear had its own way of escaping through. I looked at the burden he had to carry and now looked at the pains she has to bear. Each footstep outside felt like both were home but no, my siblings and I will have to be without them for a while. Slowly, slowly I feel my gold is slipping away.

He will have to run multiple tasks to carry not only us through but her too. I don't care how bad we might have fallen out even though I don't get to hear her voice but messages she sends are relented to me.

I hope my whispers to the Lord are heard for she is Gold.
My mother is the Gold I never want to lose.