Chapter 68

Aurora's POV
The next day, the feeling of happiness and peace that I felt was replaced by deep worry when I received the shocking news that my mother was hospitalized. It felt like a bolt of lightning in broad daylight when I heard my father's story that my mother had suddenly fainted in the morning. My heart was pounding, and various bad thoughts crossed my mind.
Without thinking, I immediately got ready and left for the hospital. Every second felt very heavy, and I felt anxious about what might happen. My mother was a strong figure in my life, and I didn't want to imagine anything serious happening to her.
When I arrived at the hospital, I immediately looked for my father. When I found him sitting in the waiting room, his face looked tense and tired. "Dad, how is Mom?" I asked, trying to hold back the panic that was hitting me.
"She's still in there, being examined by the doctor. She suddenly lost consciousness, and I don't know what happened," my father replied, his voice shaking with anxiety.
Instantly, all fear filled my mind. "Is she awake?" I asked, hoping to hear good news.
"Not yet. But the doctor said it might just be because of fatigue. We just need to wait,” my father explained in a calming tone, although it was clear that he was also worried.
Hearing that, I tried to stay calm for my father. On the way to the room, I remembered all the beautiful memories with my mother, how she was often my support in difficult times. The longing to see her get up and talk cheerfully pressed against my chest again.
After a few moments that felt like forever, the doctor came out of my mother’s room, and my heart was beating fast. “How is Mom?” I asked hurriedly.
The doctor nodded, “She’s awake. It’s because of the fatigue and stress she’s feeling. But we need to do some tests to make sure everything’s okay.”
Relieved, I took a deep breath. “Can I see her?” my brain wanted to immediately run to the side where she was resting.
After being allowed, I stepped into the room and saw my mother lying on the hospital bed with her eyes closed, but her skin looked brighter than when I came. As soon as I approached and touched her hand gently, she opened her eyes and smiled weakly.
“Mom! I’m here,” I said, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to overflow. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, honey. Just a little tired. Sorry for worrying you,” she replied softly, though her voice sounded weak.
I felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from my heart. “There’s nothing to worry about, Mom. What’s important is that you’re healthy again,” I replied, and we both looked at each other with affection. Without realizing it, tears of joy flowed.
This emotional system was wide open, reminding us of how precious life is and the importance of taking care of each other. In the journey of life amidst various trials, we were able to support and fight for each other. That day, I was determined to be a support for her, just as Mom was always there for me.
I was shocked and in disbelief when the doctor gave me the shocking news—my mother was diagnosed with a tumor in her breast. It felt like the remnants of happiness I had felt before were suddenly cut off. In an instant, the whole world seemed to collapse around me. How could this happen? Were there symptoms that we hadn’t noticed before? These thoughts came endlessly into my head.
When I returned to my mother’s room, the atmosphere was heavy. She was sitting on her bed with an expression that was clearly sad and scared. My father stood beside her, his face grim and confused. Seeing them like this was heartbreaking. They were both facing such a terrible reality, and I couldn’t help but feel devastated.
I sat down next to my mother, took her hand, and tried to support her with my presence. “Mom, we’ll get through this together,” I said, trying to keep my voice down. But my words only touched the silence between us.
Dante, who had been by my side all this time, returned to the hospital after hearing the bad news. “How are you?” he asked with concern, and I could feel his support without the gentleness that he conveyed with a reassuring smile.
Upon hearing the test results, Dante immediately tried to calm us down and give us motivation. “We have to find the best treatment options and help you in any way we can,” he said, looking at me and then at my mother.
Hearing his voice, my father spoke softly, “We’ll get through this together, honey. We have to stay strong.” Although his voice was strong, I could feel the tension and sadness that surrounded the devastating news.
But I knew we had to find a way to cope. After discussing our next steps, we began planning what to do and looking into the treatments available.
Over the next few days, I was determined to make sure Mom knew she wasn’t alone. We would be there for her, ready to support her and fight with her. Every step we took, I wanted her to feel the unwavering love and support of her family.
When I looked into my mom’s eyes, I hoped that the love and determination we shared would make her feel a little stronger in the face of this challenge. We would find a way to fight through it, and though the journey would be long and difficult, we would do it together—a journey filled with hope, love, and strength, a part of our story forever.
After the shocking results, Mom was hospitalized for the next few days. I felt a mixture of worry and gratitude that we had learned about her condition so quickly. In the days that followed, I tried to divide my time between taking care of my own family and visiting my mother.