I have one made by Beany (Jhilly) and Tessie somewhereOriginally posted by: sanelisiwe
Okay Thanks Bee!. Do you also have a collection thread?
I have one made by Beany (Jhilly) and Tessie somewhereOriginally posted by: sanelisiwe
Okay Thanks Bee!. Do you also have a collection thread?
Oh Greatπ. I will look for it thenOriginally posted by: B-onesie
I have one made by Beany (Jhilly) and Tessie somewhere
Originally posted by: sanelisiwe
You have managed to churn the very depths of my soul in this riveting piece. As much I as thought I knew what I was getting myself into nothing could have prepare me for "Palak I will not be coming home" how do you listen to you mom telling you shes dying? In that moment I just felt everything palak felt, As someone who lost a loved one too soon I understand atleast part of Palak's struggle, only she Is way more stronger than I am. She was comforting her family when she is the one who witnessed her mother's death. When mom died I was ready to go and see her and then I remembered she wasn't there anymore.Even if I'd been able to slip a magic tablet to help her die painlessly in her sleep, I wouldn't have done it. The process of dying isn't for the patient; it's for their loved ones. I wasn't ready for her to die. I needed it to take time. Over those weeks, I needed to process how I was going to feel. I had to prepare myself for her death, and I did it by sitting by her bed day and night, watching her struggle to breathe, refusing to eat, and growing angrier and more distant. It was only after watching her suffer, that I was fully ready for her to go.It's selfish. I know that. I've struggled with that since she died. It surprised me to learn how selfish I was, even though I knew the pain she was in. It shocked me to realize how willing I was to compromise her quality of life, just so she could stick around for a bit longer. And I realized, in that moment, that if I was given the option, I would rather her remain forever dying in a hospital bed where I could at least sit alongside and hold her warm hand, than be gone.Selfish maybe, but she was my mom. I needed her. I still do.This is the kind of read that makes you lie in bed staring quietly at the ceiling for minutes at a time, wondering how you'll ever be able to collect all the pieces of you broken heart. The characters are extremely well written and realistic, so the unexpected death of one of them brought me to tears. I loved it Tessa and I will be reading it again!
Originally posted by: suhaaana
Tess do many new stories have to catch up so much
thanks for the liberty TessOriginally posted by: Tessaloni
Hi Suha! great seeing you here!πno worries Suha, the stories are going nowhere, you can read when you find time and at your own leisureπ
Originally posted by: suhaaana
thanks for the liberty Tess
m missing so much already
just few days more and then I hope I will be free π
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