Everything looked the same but with a different feeling. You would look out the window while cars passed by, the trees were empty without a single color on their branches and everywhere you turn, you would see leaves laying down on the cement while the wind drove them away. You rarely see people walk outside with this kind of weather, sometimes the night would be full of flashing thunder and pouring rain washing down the drains, and the next morning waking up to the sun shining onto those empty lonely trees while the birds chirped away. It was just an ordinary day... a school day. Came home with some old jeans with a couple of rips and a white t-shirt with a gray hoodie to keep me warm along the day.
Once I got home my mom was on the phone, but she didn't know what to respond, her eyes loomed red. She hung the phone and roamed to the kitchen, I left to my room without asking a single question and set everything down on the floor and rushed to the kitchen and I glance over the stove too see that she is making oatmeal, the milk was boiling hot and the smell of cinnamon filled the whole kitchen. While the milk was boiling she poured the oatmeal in and added the sugar to give it a sweet taste. Once she told me, my aunt was already outside. She poured the oatmeal in container and closed it. We rapidly rushed out of the house, my aunt drove out of the driveway, my mom was in the passenger sit and I was sitting in the back worried, whispering to myself that just maybe all of this was a horrible dream. We got to the hospital; it was the worst 15 minute car ride of my life. We got out silently, nobody said a word, and just tears crashing down our faces telling ourselves that maybe it wasn't true, that everything was going to be okay. Image us hurting inside but imagine the mother, my godmother.
We got into the hospital the door lugged open and a warm breeze creep all over my body. The receptionist was sitting down knitting a purple hat, she looked up unknowing of the tragedy that has happened and just smiled and kept knitting away. We walked as fast as we could. We pasted a couple of rooms and all of a sudden that cold breeze hit and I got chills running down my back. We got up to the elevator; my aunt pushed the button to the second floor and waited a couple of second to reach the labor floor. The doors slid open and we all rushed out. Once we stepped out of the elevator there was this sense of peace, it smelled like baby Johnson shampoo, you would hear cries from little tiny babies, quiet laughter’s from parents and other kids. All three of us turned the corner to find the baby room where there was only one baby girl, the nurse was carrying her and she was sound asleep like if a fire alarm went off she would not hear a thing.
We past room after room and every room looked the same, white walls with a big long brown door but just the numbers were different. We past 130, 120 and our destination was almost there, room 117, Right before we got into the room there was a little picture tape under the sign that said room 117. It was a white dove with a white flower in it beak, in the background there was a baby blue sky with clouds surrounding it. My aunt open the door and the room was completely silent, nothing was said, only that loud but yet so silent cry that was coming from her, at that moment nothing was spoken just familiar face that looked onto the floor. She was lying down in pain telling herself all this things. She was so excited to have twins, there was supposed to be a smile on her face, she was supposed to leave with two beautiful healthy baby girls in her arms and all of a sudden everything turned dark and gray. There was no meaning to the word pain until you know what she’s gone through. Her eyes were red; she stopped talking for a moment and everything else stop with it. I sat next to her to hold her hand.
She was all drugged up and she didn't know what was going on until she gave the bind and barfed out chunks of oatmeal. It smelled disgusting and terrible but I didn't want to let her go even though there wasn't much I can do but just sit there and the rest of the family to support her in this storm that she was going through. All she could do is point to the little crib where she was laying down peacefully asleep, even though she was never going to wake up and see her mother, her father, and her sister. Soon after both of them will be together playing in heaven.