MOTHER’S LOVE PREVAIL IN A FIRE TRAGEDY

MOST GENUINE LOVE

Every time she faced the mirror the scars on her face would vividly remind her of the fateful day. But today she would meet her daughter again. She had to dress immaculately as she covered all her scars. Her brave love had amazed the world. The kind-hearted foster parents who had brought up her daughter as token to her brave love would bring her back home. She was eager to finally see her princess. She wanted to hold her dearly like a fragile violin. She would take care of her dear daughter once again. The memories of that fateful day kept playing on and on in her mind as she driven to the airport.

The sun was bright, and the breeze blew calmly that morning. She had to go toil in the garden earlier today. She had to get a higher wage to buy much warm clothes for her princess. She would light a small fire to keep Annie warm. The weather was conducive for her to toil and the day looked promising. She left the hut and opened small ventilation through the window where the morning sunrays would keep her daughter warmer.

She had absorbed all her energy in toiling.  She was lost in thoughts. She was healing from the death of her husband whom she promised to take great care of Annie. He was her only refuge, now that he was gone, she had to renew her energy and live on. It was now two months since he left and the effects of his absence were clearly articulated in her. The strong wind that blew as she cultivated the garden swayed her making her more comfortable.

The fire burnt the hut furiously. Her neighbors tried putting it off without luck. Finally, she got back to her senses as she slowly stretched her back. The cloud of smoke above caught her attention. She could not trust her eyes. She ran towards her hut quickly to assure herself her princess was well.

On arrival the fire had consumed almost the entire hut. Annie was crying loudly scared. She would not stand the sight of her daughter die. She was the reason she lived. She quickly ran inside the burning hut and grabbed her princess in her arms. The fire had burnt her severely. She ran towards the doorstep where she felt her all energy had being drained off and fell right at the doorstep. The neighbors rushed her to hospital but her princess was in her safe arms. She was silently smiling in peace.

They had already arrived in the airport. Her daughter would arrive any minute now. All she brought for her daughter was a bunch of letters she always wrote to her every time she felt she would not stand missing her. She carefully advised her daughter as if she were seated face to face with her. She would tell her how much she loved her and what she meant to her. She would love to see her reflection in her daughter. Today, she would tell it all to her daughter in her presence . Annie had brought her mum a lot of gifts. Nothing in this world would ever replace the gift her mother had given her. She had heard what her mother had done severally but today she would meet her. Behind Annie’s mother stood her nurse who had been appointed to take care of her. She could tell how eager she was. She had tried coming her down but nothing would work. Annie was also anxious too. She would not stand the thought of holding her mum right in her arms just as she held on the tragic day.

On seeing Annie she was overwhelmed. She completely lost her senses as she ran towards her daughter who was pulling her briefcase. The breeze blew stronger as she got closer to Annie and all her masks fell off. She had exposed her ugly scars. Annie was irritated and wondered why such an ugly woman would run towards her. In pride Annie ran throwing her mother to the ground and hugged the nurse who stood steadily watching all that had happened.

“Mum, we finally meet.” Shouted Annie as tears of joy ran down her chicks in two streams.

The agony in the nurse made her dumb. She could not talk. She carefully ran out of the arms of Annie and ran towards her master. Her scars were bleeding. She carefully took the letters from her chest as the airport attendants carried her body in a stretcher towards the ambulance.

Annie was confused by everything. She could not understand why the mother was so much cold to her. Before the nurse had followed the ambulance to the hospital, she headed back to Annie and handed over her letters to her.

“These were your letters,” revealed the nurse as she rushed to the car.

The woman bled too much blood. She had no energy left to fight this time. Even her only reason to live had disowned her. She could not take in the hurt .She just had to die and let go.

Quickly Annie run after the nurse and caught up with her. She was now terrified about what was happening. As they drove she could ask a lot of questions but no one responded to her questions. When they arrived at the hospital; the nurse directed her to where her mother was as she pointed at the lifeless woman.  Annie walked towards the bed scared as she held tight her letters on her chest. She was now crying frightened. She looked at the woman. It was the woman who she had thrown roughly to the ground.

“No! “ Groaned Annie. She had killed her own mother.