She died.
The very thought of it is till playing in my mind, there's a tough speed of events that happened and whenever I think of it, I just can't believe she's gone. I don't know , the first time I saw her lying in the coffin made me realize something strange---for one moment I use to kid with her and then another moment, she's lying in the bed of death, cold.
I was never that close to her, specially considering the fact that she wasn't there when i grow up (but my brother does), in fact I was never that close to her. Due to some odd turn of events, she eventually had to move in to our house. At that time she is still strong and can still take care of herself, but even though the spaces between us were literally close, that didn't become an opportunity for us to become closer. I don't know maybe it wasn't her, maybe the problem is me. If I were to tell the truth at that time I don't care at all.
By the time that her strength is overcome by her ripe age, my family was obliged to take care of her fully...
The truth though I never really wanted to take care of her but I really don't have a choice. Not that I don't want her or anything, its just that there's always this certain gap that separate me from her.
Days had passed and to be honest I really don't like the idea of having her taken care of, but because my parents are not here, neither my guardians are not at all times there. I don't have a really, really have a choice.
The hours, days and even nights of boredom magically turned into something that I was not expecting to happen, maybe I pity her situation, being helpless and all.
As days go by, I was able to adapt with her, in fact there came a time that I need to bathe her, there's this time that I needed to fix her dirty diaper.
Eventually the nights of boredom lead into something much more meaningful.. For somehow I think.. I became close to her.
The nights were we exchanged stories bind the different personalities that opposes us.
The night before she died was something I don't really expect, I was about to go to a swimming party and of course because I really wanted to come, I went there to meet my longtime friends.
The party ended at midnight and I was able to went home by 2 am, when I came at our house, I heard her calling our names (she use to do it every time because maybe of boredom) and I did not mind her at all.
The next day when I woke up 1 pm, I was shock to see tears are coming from my aunties and cousin’s eyes.
The euphoria and goose bumps suddenly covered my entire body.
In fact I didn't know what to do.
By 2pm or something, beside her, I firmly held her hands with a thought on my mind this is the last thing that I can do for her. Maybe I can't rewind the things that happened before, but still to her last breath she knows that in the very short period that we have shared, I LOVED HER.
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