Courage and Sacrifice

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We kept running. We reached the next destination, Mia, by 6.00. We had just past some big cities. By then, of course, we were down to a “run” that was actually a weak walk-jog. We were so dehydrated after the run and so weak as well. “Come on, Gleam must go on. I am sorry I did not bring water, but we can do without it.” I reminded Gleam every time she seemed to be giving up. Actually, Gleam was much more strong and brave than me. I had already half given up, and when I tried to help her, my voice went into a scared squeal and Gleam comforted me. Shouldn’t I be comforting her? Isn’t that my responsibility? This made me feel weaker and also made me aware I had to be stronger. So I tried. I looked around the city, trying to look and be bolder than ever before. It had worked. I felt stronger, and now so did Gleam. “Let us go”.
After a while of running, jogging, and walking, we reached Katache, a big city. It was 1.00 in the morning and people were going into offices, cars were going past, and the regular routine started. Since I left, this was the first time I thought of Ma. I actually didn’t want to think of her, for it would be too much pain, but I had to. She must have been very worried about me and Gleam disappearing. Did she see the note? Did she read it? If she did, what if she is coming to help? I don’t want her to face the same trouble. All of this fear, worry, and glimpse of hope crowded by brain. I didn’t even notice what I was doing until Gleam pushed me back. I was about the run into a tree.
“Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about something. You know, Mother.” I said desperately, letting tears roll down my cheek. Gleam understood this and immediately tried to cheer me up. She came over and...

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...utes later, I saw Dr. Lavan, the head doctor, walk out, talking to a nurse. “Doctor,” my Dad said faintly.
Lavan turned around. “Oh, Mr. Swan. Your wife is not dead, but don’t worry too much. But, the injury has left some traumatic brain injuries that we cannot repair at the moment. I am sorry sir, but she is in a coma. We will order some new medicines, but for now, she will have to stay hospitalized.”
We were shocked and depressed. I saw my dad pale and crying. When my dad looked at me, the shocked look on his face told me that I looked the same.
Me, Gleam, and Dad cried, wept and mourned. Nothing else mattered anymore. With tears in his eyes, my father had looked at me and said, “It’s okay”.
“Oh, Dad, how can it be okay? Not with Mom like this…”I replied.
“Courage and sacrifice,” he said, looking up.

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