Now is the time, just do it.
I tried my best to be a good son but I can’t do it anymore. I want to live for myself now, a stress free life, free of hospital visits, medicines, pain and suffering. A life where I do not receive frantic calls and have to leave everything and rush home like a lunatic.
Mom’s kidney issues have become my worst living nightmare. And thats when Vicky lured me to Bombay- the city of dreams. I have been preparing for this day since 1 month.
The last leg will fit in place tonight as I get my certificates and papers from mom’s wardrobe when she is asleep. I sneak in, and stealthily get the keys from under her pillow. As I rummage through the safe, a cold metal hits my hand, there is a secret drawer within the wardrobe, never knew this existed.
I find a file labelled “Confidential”, I open the pages and my eye sockets pop up in horror.
“Baby Rory who suffers from failure of both kidneys is due for transplant in a week, the donor is his mother Mary Francis.”
I looked back at my mother, sleeping peacefully, unaware that her only son to whom she had donated her kidney was about to desert her cos he was sick of caring for her. I fell on my knees and shed silent tears as mother smiled in her sleep.
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