I N TO T H E PA R A DISE Yaretzi
With her last, cold stifled breath, she curled up to the warm, comforting bosom of her softhearted mother. She was held with such tender love and attention she should be receiving for her lifetime but, it was already her time to enter the paradise... “Sometimes. Actually, it’s most of the time, I can’t even breathe,” with gently pouring tears as she spoke about her poor daughter, who had already gone away 10 years ago. “How can my sweet girl be gone? It doesn’t make sense.” Time. A word that is too short but has a long headway of meaning and significance in a person’s precious and limited life. The mother has been fated by the heavens of enough time in all her lifetime. That time to experience how painful it is to witness your daughter die before your very eyes. To bury her, to mourn for her, and to never have the chance again to embrace her. “She was too young. She only received little love, little time, So is the memory she left us. I miss her so much that it hurts each day of my life.” Into the paradise, wait for me. Please. “It hurts. Oh, my lovely girl. I hope you are happy there. Let me see you smile sweetly once again, will you?” Into the paradise, mommy would be there. Soon. In her last heartbeat scanned by the heart magnetic resonance imaging, she was solemnly declared dead by the doctor. Her time has come, leaving the mortal world with a smile so beautiful, with no regrets. Crossing the borderline of the world between life and death, yet also the destined time to be united with the one she loves the most, her beloved daughter. “I am too old now and my face has changed through time. Would she still remember her mommy?” she worriedly asked herself as she entered the paradise with her pale heart that once again beats; every beat is filled with an incomparable happiness.
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