Little lady

I'll tell you about my experience right now.

My name is Pearl, yet people call me 'little lady' at times. That's because I'm acting so mature, or perhaps because I don't weep at all.

I was 17 years old and preparing to go university the next year. It was supposed to be the best years of my life. I had a lot of hopes for my university. Despite my mother's insistence on living with her, I desired to move to another state and live entirely on my own. I became used to doing everything on my own.

But let's get back to the present situation.

"Okay, little lady," a tall blond doctor in her forties replied, beginning to smile at me. "Do you have anyone else in your family other than you?"

That question sucks. They ask me this everywhere I go. Teachers were frequently inquiring about my father for a meeting or trip when I was in middle school. I both have and do not have a father. Perhaps he is no longer my father. Perhaps he has another child who adores her more.

Perhaps his child is happier than I am.

"No," I said, because we had moved to another nation for my mother's job, and it was just me and my mother here.

My father and mother divorced a long time ago. I wished I could live with my father. But he had a wife, and his wife was not interested in me.

Because if I lived with them, they wouldn't have enough romance.

My mother would be alone if I had remained with them anyway. However, my life would be better and I can’t stop thinking about it.

"Can we go out together?" The doctor murmured to me before turning to face her mum.

"All right," I said as we stepped outdoors. The doctor shut the door and approached me.

"Your mother may have to stay in the hospital for a while longer now, young lady." she's been diagnosed with a disease," she added, looking at my hands.

"Am I supposed to wait here, too?" I stated. My mum is a frail woman. So that's a fairly common situation for me.

The doctor gazed at me silently before responding.

"No, you may leave." I checked my phone; I was 34 minutes late for my third lesson.

"Okay. Please contact me if something occurs." I left the hospital feeling soulless.

Yes, my life has since been turned upside down. My mum was diagnosed with an illness.

I was now living alone at home and had to cook my own meals. I was feeling lonely. I've always been alone, but at least I had a mother.

Even when my mother was around, I never left my room and only came to her for meals. She was asking me questions about my school and not talking about anything.

I never spent any time with my mum. Because I hate my life and she is a part of it.

In that room, there are two people. Patient, who stays near to my mother, has a son who makes frequent visits to his mother.

I used to come once every two weeks. Saturday and Sunday. My weekday classes were keeping me busy.

Every time I went to see her, I brought her a daffodil. It was her favorite flower, which my father would continuously bring home after work.

I'm wondering if I gave her any gifts other than on her birthday. I don't remember much.

I returned to the hospital early one day on a regular Saturday morning. The neighbor's son was already present when I arrived. He is always ahead of me.

"Hello," I said as I approached my mum.

"Hello, Pearl. How are things going?" She spoke in a fatigued tone.

"Fine. How are you?" I asked, taking her hand in mine, "I hope you get well soon."

I could hear the woman next to me coughing at the moment.

"Mom. Are you alright?" His son was standing.

He rose and poured water. "Drink up, I'll call the nurse."

"Take a seat, my dear. I am all right."His mother held his hand and pushed him to sit.

"You're always coughing terribly." The son cried and embraced his mother. Her mother is simply ill; why is he being so dramatic?

"Don't worry about me" Her mother stroked his cheek.

I locked my gaze on the boy. He appeared to be the same age as me. He has light brown wavy hair and eyes. He was really sweet to her mother.

I departed for home exactly an hour later. From behind me, the boy called out to me.

"Ma'am," I said as I turned around. He was coming toward me.

"Yes, Sir?" I turned around and stood there motionless.

"I wanted to talk with you about something." He approached me. "I know it's none of my business," he remarked, ruffling her hair. "Would you mind if you came to see your mother more?" I scowled.

"I don't understand," I said as I stood still.

"You might regret it later," he continued.

I kept staring at his face. What was I expected to say in response?

"I have work at home," I explained before turning around and leaving. He started following me.

"Stop, please," he said, grabbing my arm. Even though the boy was quite nice, I couldn't keep my cool.

"What?" In my normal solemn tone, I stated.

"Your mother has asked me for you to stay with me " I gazed at him, taken aback.

"I take care of myself" How can my mum trust someone she has never met?

"How will you do it all by yourself?"

I did everything on my own.

I fixed my gaze on him. But it's an important issue. Who will pay my rent or other bills? I won't be able to pay it all.

When my mother ran out of money at home, I had no idea what to do. I was far too young to be working.

"Stay with me. I only have one bedroom, but I'll offer you mine."

I couldn't say no, but I also didn't want to say yes. My life would have been more difficult if I had worked.

"I will talk to my mother" I went to see my mother.

She was sitting still when I entered the room, as if she had been waiting for me for some time.

"He talked to you, right?" She said quietly to me.

"Mom, could you please..." I sat next to her. "I'll do my best until you get better. I'm not even going to eat, but please don't." I just began turning my typical life around, and it will be destroyed again.

"I'm not going to get better, Pearl." Mom exclaimed. "You must now concentrate on your studies." Because of me, your life has been turned upside down." She looked at me for a moment, noticed that I was silent, and then continued.

"Sell your house and move to him for a while. Of course, you'll use the remaining funds to help him with household needs. When you finish school, you utilize the remaining funds to buy an apartment and work part time. Your only responsibility now is to study."

"But you don't even know him"

"When you didn't come to me, Sam was always with me. He looked at me as if he were my son and assisted me." She clasped my hand in hers. "He's agreed to live with you. Money isn't an issue because his father sends him money."

"Mom, you'll get better," I couldn't think of anything else to say.

"If I heal, we'll buy a new house and start over." she signed heavily "But I also don't want to give you inaccurate hope."

"Why don't you tell my father?" I couldn't help but inquire. It is better than her option.

“I did. Several times. But he just showed up with stupid excuses like not being at home or anything else. He wanted to send me money, but I refused”

I didn't ask any further questions and simply went. I'd never asked her so many questions before. Maybe I just didn't care. For example, I have no idea what her favorite color or dish is. By the way, my favorite color is gray.

There was no other option. This was an opportunity for me.

I arranged for my belongings to sell the home the following day. I didn't have much on hand. I've sold the majority of them.

I had plenty of cash. I could stay with him and share my money with.

Right now, I have nothing to lose. Because I have already done so. Quite a few times. Ha,ha,ha

Sam was quite nice to me. I'll write about him, but not in detail. My relationship with him was more complicated than I can describe here.

Our daily plans were well-organized. We were collaborating on chores.

When I first moved in with him, we went to the hospital together every day after school with his car. I stay in his room, and as I expected, it is clean and well-organized.

I was watching TV shows with my mother and occasionally playing video games when I went to see her. Everything was perfect.

I pretended that everything was alright,

till it wasn't.

I will always remember you.

Although I may not be a good girl for you, you have always been a good mother.

I adore you.

From: Your little lady