Chapter 74

Aurora's POV
The togetherness of the children with sincere enthusiasm reminded me to keep believing and hoping. Even though difficult situations were ahead of us, there was nothing stronger than the power of family and love. I wanted to hold on to that. "Mom, you have to come back," I prayed, my hope focused on her presence that always warmed my life.
After the prayer was over, I hugged the children and wiped the tears from my cheeks. "Thank you for praying for grandma. She must feel loved and supported by the power of your prayers," I said softly, trying to smile amidst the heavy feeling in my heart.
Their actions and love were a strong reminder that in any difficulty, we have each other. If my mother can't get her through this difficult time alone, we will unite as a family, support her in her struggles, and give her sincere love.
“Now, let’s focus on the positive and keep our spirits high,” I said. “We’re a team, and we’re going to fight together for Grandma and for each other.”
Both were eager and willing to listen. This day had been a valuable learning experience for all of us, and with love and hope in our hearts, we were ready to face the journey ahead—together, strengthening each other.
A few days later, after a period of worry and waiting, Dante finally came home. As soon as I told him about my mother’s condition, his expression immediately turned serious. “We have to go see her,” he said firmly, but I knew he must be tired from his long journey.
“Dante, I really appreciate your intentions, but I don’t want to push you. You should get some rest, and we can go later,” I said gently. It was hard to see him so exhausted, and I wanted to make sure he had enough time to rest before we faced this challenge together.
Later that afternoon, when Dante was ready and feeling refreshed, we headed to the hospital together. On the way, I felt tension in my chest, mixed with hope that my mother would receive the necessary treatment and recover.
Upon arriving at the hospital, as we entered the treatment room, my gaze immediately fell on my mother. She looked weak and not as active as usual. Seeing her in this condition shook my heart. However, I tried to show enthusiasm. “Mom, I’m here!” I exclaimed, approaching and taking her soft hand.
My mother turned and smiled weakly. “Aurora, my dear. Thank you for coming,” she replied in a soft voice. My tears almost fell seeing how strong she was despite her difficult condition.
Dante stood beside me, giving me support. “We are here for you, Mom. Let’s face all of this together,” Dante said, giving me a knowing glance.
The doctor came in to explain about the chemotherapy treatment that my mother would undergo. My mother would undergo a series of treatments to deal with her cancer, and at that moment we knew that the process might still be difficult, but we would be by her side all the way.
Hearing the doctor’s explanation about chemotherapy and the actions that had to be taken, I felt increasingly worried. But as I looked at my mother, I knew she was a fighter. She had been through so much in her life, and I felt like we had to trust that she would get through this, too.
We spent time talking, sharing stories, and reminiscing. Though the challenges ahead seemed daunting, our presence by her side gave her hope and courage.
Dante and I promised ourselves that we would support her, both emotionally and physically. We would do everything we could to help her feel better, even though we knew the journey to recovery would take time and effort.
As we returned home with hope in our hearts, I knew that the love and support of family was the most important thing we could offer. And together, we would weather it all, working together through the challenging days to help her get better.
I looked at Dante with deep anxiety. “Dante, will my mother get better?” I asked, my voice shaking. The question came from deep within me, filled with fear, because I couldn’t imagine how empty my life would feel without her.
Dante looked at me with compassion and understanding. “Leave it to God, Aurora. We can only pray, but everything is in God’s hands,” he answered softly. His words brought peace, though they were not entirely able to erase my fear.
“What if… if she doesn’t recover?” I asked, my voice almost a whisper. I felt uneasy, the thought of losing my mother haunting my mind. “I don’t want to lose my mother, Dante.”
“Your feelings are natural, honey. Loving someone also means feeling the fear of losing them,” Dante said, holding my hand tightly. “But maybe we can only focus on the present. Seeing how strong she is and fighting is the most important thing. We can be with her, giving her support and love.”
Hearing those words, I felt a little calmer. However, the fear of losing my mother still loomed. “I just want her to know how much she means to me. She’s always been there all this time and can help us through all the difficulties.”
“She knows, Aurora. She knows you love her. When we’re beside her, she feels our support,” Dante answered with conviction, making me feel better. “We just need to pray and hope for the best. We will get through this together, and when the hard times come, we will be here for each other.”
I nodded, though the worry still lingered in my heart. Making sure my mom knew how much she was loved was something I would explore, both now and in the future. I wanted every precious moment I had left with her to be filled with love, happiness, and hope.
As I parted from the hospital room, I felt determined to continue praying and giving my mom the support she needed. And while the fear of loss was always there, I knew we had each other to support us. Together with Dante and my family, I was determined to face every challenge that came my way—hoping and praying for my health, for the happiness of all of us.