A colourful world

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A Colourful World

When I opened my eyes, I had no idea what was going on. When I tried to move my head to look around, I realized that I couldn’t move it at all. Suddenly, my eyes focused in front of me. I couldn’t see my father, but I could see my mother. Her head was leaning toward me, her eyes closed so gently, and blood spewing out of her mouth. I closed my eyes, not being able to stand the painful sight of my loving, caring, mother. Then I slowly fell out of conscience.

Everything in this world have its own colour. It just depend on which tone it is, dark or light. You will see that I’ve used the word tone, if you ask me why? I’ll tell you that for me everything is not just black or white, it’s colourful. Let me say this, people always think that blue is the colour for sadness, what about light blue or sky blue, are they mean sadness? No! For me they present peace and freedom. This shows how people are. They always judge everything by their sight or what they hear, they never try to look deep down inside the things or give a chance for its to show the colour. I don’t say the way to judge things like this is wrong, this is because I was one of these people before that thing happened.

When I woke up, I was in a white room, wearing white clothes, and surrounded by shy red roses. I didn’t know if to think I was in heaven, or if I was kidnapped by a snow goblin and carried to his igloo. Turns out I was in a hospital room. I knew that by the old wrinkly, white-haired man that walked in and said, “Good to see you awake”.

“Why am I here?” I asked.

“You were in a serious car accident, and suffering from a minor concussion and broken bones. ” he said.

“What about my parents.” remembering the disturbing image of my mothers’ face.

I was born in a nice, warm family. My father is a business man and my mother is a doctor. My life as the only child makes me get everything I want, my love and care from my family, snacks, toys or even money. Although I never say I want this and that, its just my parents who bought everything for me. You can see from these things that how luxurious my life was. I’ve a great family. Everything seemed to flew on its way until that horrible day. It was one of the best nice sunny day in summer, so my family decided to go camping. We’d prepared everything for this one week before, the most excited person would be me. I’ve never gone camping before, this trip is my first time, I’ve no idea that the thing I’ve waiting for will turn to be the disaster of my life.

I felt like I was alone in the lost city. Don’t know where to go or how to get out. I find the world still spinning, the time still passing by, the wind still blowing, everything still be the same, except me.

“Come on! kid, it’s time for lunch” I heard the voice coming toward me. “You have to eat something young man if you want to get out of here” the voice continued. “When was the last time he respond to us?” asked another voiced.

“After he wakes up and that its.” the voiced replied.

I heard the two voices speaking, but they were talking to fast for me to understand, and I did not know who was speaking. I slowly opened my eyes, to see with joy, my father. He had a bandage wrapped around his whole head, bruises and scrapes everywhere, and crutches with a cast on his left leg. He turned and saw my opened eyes.

“My son! You are okay!” my father came rushing to my side. He gently hugged me, knowing that I was in a lot of pain. I didn’t want to cry and look like a baby, but I didn’t want to look so tough that it looked like his love meant nothing.

“Where’s mom?” I questioned, waiting for the unruly answer.

My father looked at the doctor standing behind him, and then slowly looked back at me. I awaited what was coming.

“Um, son, I don’t know how to put this. She didn’t make it. Her cuts were to deep, and th….” he trailed off. I did not listen to the rest. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. My mother was gone? But how. I know that that cut I saw was pretty bad, but that couldn’t be the reason. She was so young. She had so much still to do. She was a beautiful lady, and God must have known that. So why did he take her away from me?

I felt like the world was so deep, and dark. Nothing left for me to look forward to. Her smile was no more. Her scent was no more. That joyful spirit that she had wouldn’t lighten up a room any more, but what about my father. What would he do? They were together for so long. They always showed their love for each other. Father always buying mother flowers and whispering sweet little nothings into her ear. Mother always hugging father, telling him how much she loved him and cared for him. But now there are no more.

I know it’s hard to move on but I have to, I know that I will miss her and it’ll be hard to get that picture out of my mind, but she will always be my beautiful, caring, lovely mother.

“Son are you listening to me?” my father questioned.

“Yes father, I am now.” I replied.

“I am very sorry son. We will have to get through this together.” he said to me calmly.

I nodded. I knew that we would have to help each other if we were to go without mother. Both of us put together, we could do it. But we would never forget about her.

Now it is five months later from the accident. I still have a few scares from all the cuts and bruises, but my father calls them the warrior markings. I feel like I can do anything now. We have not forgotten about mother. She still lives on in our hearts.

I am on the basketball team because mother always said that I would be a great player one day. Father is doing well. He is now the owner of his company, and we are meeting ends with the bills, and still have money for going out together. We still talk about mother all the time, since she still lives on in our hearts. Whenever we have family over for dinners, we always pray for her, and than talk about all the moments that we remember with her. All the times she made us laugh, cry, helped us, lead us the way, and always told us to never give up.

The years passing by as I grow up, and I start to think more about my the accident. It’d totally changed my life, I’ve lost my dearest mother and also my point of view. I always think that why this horrible thing have to happen with my family or why it has to be my mother. Now I see more. I can’t settle my life to be like this or like that, the only thing I can do is try to do my best in everything. I let the world shows it own colour to me, I let every drop of the rain teach me, I let every bright light of the sky be my guidance, and I let all the wind that blowing whisper to me. Don’t you agree with me, it’s a colourful world.