Betrayal (Episode TWO)

 INTENSIVE CARE UNIT-EVENING

The following day, Jane and I were sitting near Mom’s bed, trying to console her as we had usually done. This time, our mom was staring at us with her eyes, looking so sad. She was also in a very deep meditation.   

Mother: Ian, my son

Ian: Yes, Mom

Mother: You both know that I have been the only parent taking care of you, koh…koh….koh…..koh….. Since your father died in a bus accident two years ago.  

Ian: Yes, Mom!

Mother: So from now on, you are going to take care of your sister. You need to be a true guardian of your sister.

Jane: Maaam! Why are you saying that?

Mother: Ouch! You are going to experience so many things once you grow.

After that brief but emotional conversation, Mom raised her hands and touched Jane’s cheeks with a smile on her face, though weak, but her touch felt so powerful and lovely. At this stage, I could not resist pouring my tears. The only question that was in my mind was:  am I dreaming, or is it true that our mom is leaving us alone and forever?

Mother: Jane, my daughter

Jane: Yes, Mom

Mother: Go buy me some milk at Mzee Kibotro’s shop

Jane: Yes, Mom

Soon after Jane had left, my mom looked at me directly for a few seconds with a scary silence before she started talking to me.

Mom: Ian, my son, you are now 17, and you have matured. Even if your peers are still under their parental care but you now have the responsibility that you cannot shy away from.  These challenges will help you to grow with wisdom and learn to become a self-reliant person.

Ian: Yes, Mom, I am truly aware of what we are going through.

Mother: Although your young sister, Jane, is naturally bright but she is just 12 years old; thus,  she needs to be under good care like……………………………

Ian: Like what? Like what, Mom? You are talking like someone who is nearly dying. Are you planning to go find treatment somewhere else?  Why shouldn’t you wait here for the treatment, because the Doctor has assured you that soon specialists are going to come and will attend to you.

At this point, it was so painful to continue talking; I was crying like a baby.

Mother: Ian, my son, everybody in this world has a very deep desire to learn about the future of our world. The scientists, politicians, revolutionary figures, etc., all of them are in the quest for the bright future of this world.

She kept silent for a while before continuing her speech to me

Mother: My dear son

Ian: Yes, Mom

Mother: The universe around us has no ends but has a lot of secrets that human beings will always try to unveil, but will never discover everything embodied in it.

She stared at my face for a moment and said

Mother: I need some water, please; help me drink a glass of water.

I took the water that was in the jug beside the table and poured it into a dilapidated glass, and I started giving her. After taking the first drop of water, she started coughing and talking slowly.

Mama: Death………

I was shocked by that word, and I touched her hands to console her

Mother: Death isn’t something that people should bother about because the dead person finds rest in eternity, which marks the end of all sufferings. Please take care of your young sister.

And those were the last sentences my mom was able to speak to me before dying. I remember that was the most challenging moment of my life, particularly after Jane had brought the milk from the shop and found that Mom had already passed away. Jane started crying and weeping in such a loud voice; it was so painful for me to bear, but I am very thankful to God that our relatives came to console and provide necessary support during this tough time. After that were able to bury her body, and the funeral was over.

After one month, I was able to go back to school to finish my ordinary level education. This was possible because Mike, my uncle, decided to take the responsibility of financing my education, including paying my tuition fee and accommodation fee. Jane was also going to be raised by him. 

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