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I and the Smiths. "I'm sorry about your Mum...” she said. Forty minutes later, I sneaked out of the hospital to the nearest ice cream vendor and bought two large cones for us.  I hid the ice cream in my cloths when I got to the reception and pass the Argus eyed nurses on duty.  Immediately I got back into her ward, we closed the door and we began licking them. "Thanks Rose" she said, devouring the ice-cream as quickly as she could with all the wires and tubes attached to the body "I have been begging mum for ice cream for almost three months now but she wouldn't let me touch it, she keeps saying it is doctor's order that I shouldn't touch ice cream" I laughed at this. "Eat everything then if you can" I encouraged “if you need more, I'll get it because I have magic and the nurses will never see me when I walk past them in the reception." I said conspiratorially. We were still licking the ice cream when her par

GONE. Its been six months since we packed to our rooms. Mums condition grew worse but weve all come to learn to live with it. She seldom eat. Most times I have to spoon-feed her to prevent her from starving to death. Whatever was bothering her, she didnt tell us. She kept to herself and talked to no one. During the 6 months, I sat for another exam and I made the remaining papers but since Ive assumed the position of the family bread winner and manager, I couldnt dream of pursuing higher education until my mother comes back to her former self and take the family burden off my young shoulders. One fateful Tuesday morning, we got up as usual and began preparing for school and work place when Elizabeth rushed in screaming incoherently. At first, we all ignored her because she used to overact sometimes. But we started paying attention when we continued hearing mummy in her cries. Lizzy, whats wrong? I asked finally, irritated that I have to spend a couple of minutes out of my limited ti