Nicole Liao

Wishes Upon Starts

My heeled boots continuously clashed with the metal, stone floor creating a cacophony rhythmic beat, as I rushed through the wide, glass airport doors reflecting a raging sky. Behind me trailed my lonely, brown suitcase, being constantly beaten by the rain. I had arrived in Toronto, Canada two days ago for my new job. I wouldn't be surprised if I got fired, but at that moment I didn’t really care. My father had called at 2 am in the morning; my mother didn’t have much longer. From the moment I’d received the call, my rational mind went out the window. My younger brother was also rushing home from college in Berlin, Germany; neither of us knew how this had happened. It was so strange. Less than 12 hours ago the four of us were on a video call, chatting peacefully together for once, and now she only had days left in this world.