12 Dec 2018

The Hope through the Years by Anastasiia Marchenko

How not to give up
and always believe in the best.
- Am I pregnant? - she screamed and close her mouth with her hands. - You are not kidding me, yeah? Oh my god, how is it possible? I thought... oh goodness, how many awful and painful things I thought. - Tears appeared in Louise’s eyes, and filled them, and fell down her cheek, in spite of efforts to the contrary.
- Yes, I am not kidding you, or try to make a joke in any sense, you are really pregnant, I can see your little child there, on this screen. - The doctor turns the tiny device with the screen to Louise’s face and shows with a special pencil what the Uzi shows, - see, it is your little baby, it is small and it is breathing normally. I congratulate you, you are the brave woman.
She still couldn’t believe her eyes. She saw how the tiny body inside her is breathing and shows all the power to survive.
- Can you already say who is it? A lady or a mister?
- It is a girl, she is doing quite good for everything you have survived.
The flashbacks led to a more impulsive reaction, Louise was pale and her arms were trembling. She scrolls this scripts hundreds of times in her head:
-Do you really sure we are on time to that flight? Maybe, it is better to cancel it, and buy tickets to another one. - she moved nervously around the room and constantly bite her nails. - You should drive really fast, and I am madly scared of this.
Gregory stopped her on the one more circle around the room and hugged to cod in HOPE TROUGH THE YEARS 1 the bones.
- Please, believe me, I am the professional driver, and we had 4 hours till our flight. The airport is in 20 minutes from our home - even the slowest snail will be on time. - He smiled and kissed her nose.
She crawled out of his hands and sit on the sofa, - Yes, really, why am I being lounged. Everything is alright, just something stops me, it is probably the fact I am pregnant and we were waiting for it for the 12 years. But you are right, I have to pull myself together.

In 20 minutes they have left the house, sit in the car and pleasant measured pace go to the airport. The weather was extremely warm even considering that it was the night. The roads were free of traffic. Things went swimmingly. Morpheus took her to his sleepy kingdom.
The harsh sound woke her up. Headlight blinding, a sharp turn of the wheel and here she lied on the grass, with the with a heavy door on her legs. That’s all that she remembered.
The doctor stroked the woman’s arm - Please, wake up. Everything is in the past, now you are in the hospital, your child is totally fine and you have all your life ahead. You are an amazingly strong person, whom I have ever met.
Louise watched on her amputated leg, stroked her tummy and whispered:
- Yes, I am strong. And now we are alone, Marie, our dad will help us from heaven. He is always in my heart. HOPE TROUGH THE YEARS 2

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