Chapter 73

Aurora's POV
As I tried to focus on my daily activities and taking care of the children, the more sensitive Roline noticed the change in my mood. She approached me and asked, “Mommy, why do you look worried?”
My heart sank at her question. Even though she was still young, I knew that children could sense when something was wrong. I tried to explain gently. “Your grandmother is sick again and is being checked into the hospital now, honey. I just wanted to make sure she was okay.”
Roline nodded, as if trying to understand the situation I was facing. “But Mommy, isn’t Grandma better than before?” she asked, showing her childlike innocence. “We have to believe that Grandma can get better again, right?”
Hearing her words reminded me of the hope and strength that often comes from children. “Yes, honey. We have to believe that Grandma is strong. The doctors and everyone at the hospital will do their best to help her,” I replied, trying to reassure Roline.
“Can we also pray for grandma to get well soon?” Roline suggested enthusiastically, a bright smile on her face.
“Of course, that’s a good idea! Let’s pray together,” I said, grateful and touched by her sincere intentions. The two of us sat in a circle in the living room and closed our eyes, praying to God for grandma’s health.
In the silence, I felt a sense of relief slowly flowing through my soul. This simple moment brought peace, and I realized that the love and support of family—both from grandma and my children—was the most important thing.
After praying, Roline distracted me with her jokes, and we played storybooks together. The playtime, though overshadowed by my worry about my mother, was a reminder of the importance of staying united and supporting each other in difficult times.
Later, after waiting for news from my father, I prayed that everything would be okay. If needed, I will immediately go to the hospital to accompany my mother—because in a mother-daughter relationship, support is invaluable. And with this togetherness, I believe we will continue to fight and live life with love.
My heart immediately trembled when I heard my father's statement over the phone. "Your mother's tumor has grown again and the doctor doesn't know if the tumor has become malignant because it has spread to other organs." Those words seemed to stab me, awakening all the fears and worries that I had been holding back.
"Oh my God, Dad! How could this happen?" I asked, feelings of anxiety and confusion clouding my mind. Nothing made me feel more devastated than hearing that my mother was facing a dangerous condition like this. "Can't the doctor do anything?"
"I'm still waiting for more information. They will do further tests and make recommendations. Right now, we can only wait and pray," my father replied in a tone full of sadness, but trying to be calm.
My worry deepened, and at that moment I missed Dante's presence. He was out of town, and I felt trapped, unable to do much. Grief and anxiety filled my heart, and I knew that I had to support my father and mother, but without a physical presence in the hospital, everything became more difficult.
With a trembling voice, I told my father, “I’m really worried about Mom. She’s strong, and we have to trust the doctor. I’ll find a way to get to the hospital soon.”
“I know, honey. But don’t worry too much. We can get through this. Your mom needs our support too,” my father tried to encourage me, even though I knew he was feeling heavy too.
After we ended our conversation, I tried to find a way to get help from others around me. Without Dante by my side right now, my anxiety was even more overwhelming. But I remembered Roline’s previous words—it was important to keep believing and praying for their grandmother’s health.
I went straight to the room, and saw Roline and the other triplets playing happily. Seeing their cheerful faces was a strong reminder of the importance of family, and that despite the hardships that often come, we will always support each other.
“My children,” I said softly, embracing them tightly. “Let’s pray for grandma, so that she will get better soon and be able to come home.”
We gathered to pray, and as we prayed with hope, a sense of calmness seeped into me, bringing us together. In the silence of that night, I prayed that my mother would be given the strength and courage to face all that was to come.
With love and hope in my heart, I resolved to fight together. No matter how difficult the challenges awaited, we would support each other for the health and happiness of our family. This strong feeling within me gave me the conviction that no matter what happened, we would try to face it all together.
Seeing the children praying for their grandmother with great enthusiasm was a sight that touched my heart. Roland, Ronald, and Roline answered each other, saying their prayers sincerely and solemnly. They, even though they were still young, already understood the importance of praying and hoping for their loved ones. The hum of their voices made me feel warm, as if binding our strength together in hope.
Tears dripped down my temples as I watched them. Mixed feelings filled my heart—there was fear, worry, but also hope and deep love. Seeing them pray sincerely for my mother, my affection burned even brighter. All my strength seemed to be directed at the enthusiasm and love that we had.
Among them, I wanted to convey how much my mother meant to our lives, and how she was someone who had fought faithfully to give us all love and support. In my mind, I couldn't imagine losing my mother, not after all the beautiful memories we had gone through together, not after all the life lessons and wisdom she had given.