Chapter 2.

The arc of separation.

I don't know why suddenly my mother starts singing the birthday song and I asked myself, ¿will Conny be okay?, Because it's not the season of her birthday or mine, but everything feels melancholic sad and somehow painful, I want to ask her about whose birthday we're singing, but the tears on her face with that forced smile tell me that I'd better not do it, the questions are unnecessary at this moment and they make the atmosphere uncomfortable, so I play along, however, I didn't expect that at the end of the song my mother would break down in front of me, collapsing with her face full of tears, I didn't know what to do and who to go to, but I couldn't leave her lying on the floor, I can't do that to my mother, so I take the phone and dial 119, but the line is busy, desperation makes my body want to start hyperventilating, so I have to be stronger at this moment, so I swallow my pain, I draw courage from where I don't have it and I carry my mother ttaking her to the emergency room in the middle of the night.

Nobody says anything, doctors come in and out, they go from one side to the other and when I ask, the nurse tells me to speak louder and clearer that it can't be heard, but ¿why do I feel like I'm the only one who can hear my voice?

The only one who understands that if she leaves everything is over for me, but I keep asking about her condition and how she is, then her image starts to look blurrier and no matter how much I blink to see her again, the fog makes her look very far away.

The nurse who speaks only hears my babbling, until I start to hear, beep, beep, and everything is dark, the smell of the hospital is strong, it seems that I have fainted, I try to open my eyes, but it doesn't work, I guess it's some effect of a medicine they have given me.

The same nurse who attended to me a while ago looks a little older, as if she had aged a couple of years, until I hear her say that the effects of the anesthesia are starting to wear off, so I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to see her again.

At least I won't feel pain anymore... there are voices in the background talking softly to my right side, but I don't recognize their voices until one of them asks: ¿can she hear us or is she still deeply sedated?

I try to speak, but the nurse tells me not to strain myself, that it's good that you're back, but I ask myself, ¿did I leave?, I've always been here, ¿what the hell is going on around me? And why suddenly a man says: unfortunately the wounds on her chest weren't serious and they've been sutured very well, we can move her as soon as she reacts, I see that the nurse gives me a slightly forced smile and making the greatest effort I can I ask her about my mom.

Asking that question made my throat hurt as much as if I hadn't said a word for a long time, as if I was learning to speak again, the door of the room where I was opened with a creak and the face of my mother along with that of one of the assistants in the cookie shop called Kira appeared, my hope lit up, she was fine, she looked more tired but I saved her…