“That voice .... I could recognize it from anywhere ......It was my Grandma.”
I was so excited when I heard my grandmother’s voice after such a long time.
All I wanted to do is just grab the phone out of my mom’s hands, but I wasn’t
so sure if it was the right moment. I knew she would never stop me from
talking to grandma! I looked at my Mom, I saw something on her face .......it
was worry. Something made me feel anxious, I kept listening to see what was
going on.
“I am in very critical condition. The doctors have tried so many medicines
and treatments, but it just won’t work. All I need right now is to see my
children. Please come and visit me! I really need you.”
At first, the only question that was in my head was about what critical means,
but when I saw rivers of tears flowing right out of mom’s eyes, I thought I
figured what was happening.
The call ended .Everything was quiet. Not even a single peep came out of
anyone’s mouth. It was just mom sniffling and wiping her tears. I felt very
sorry for the pain mom was going through. Her mother was so ill and she
couldn’t even be with her. If I was in her place, I might have not survived.
Eventually, mom retold us the whole story, as she knew that we might
haven’t understood the situation, but we knew what was going on. She said,
“Grandma’s condition is not so good. I have to go to Pakistan quick.”
At first I was worried that she might not take us with her, as she didn’t