Resumo de How My Life Changed...

The harsh rays of sunlight poked at my eyes through a gap in my window curtains, causing me to awaken. I sat up in bed and looked at my pink wristwatch; it was ten o'clock. I dragged myself out of the bed and started to get ready, choosing a pair of pink Capri pants and a pink-and-white-layered shirt to wear. It was a fine Saturday morning, just the right weather, a little cloudy and a little sunny, perfect for a picnic with my two best friends, Sarah and Amna.As I ran down the stairs to the kitchen I realised something was wrong. I am a late sleeper but my parents and my younger sister are early riser, Mom can always be found in the kitchen on a Saturday, making her famous choc-chip pancakes for breakfast (it's like a tradition at our house, every Saturday is Pancake Day.)But today, the whole house was eerily empty. I ran to my parents' bedroom and saw it in complete chaos, the bed wasn't made and clothes and shoes littered the floor, as if they had hurriedly decided to take a trip.Now I was feeling very panicky, I took out my cellphone (which mom had persuaded dad to get me on my 13th birthday) out of my drawer and dialled dad's cellphone number.Ring...Ring...Ring..."Hello?" (He finally picked up)"Dad, where are you? I've been so worried!""Honey, I can't talk now. We are at the hospital, your mom had some pain in her neck, and it wouldn't go away, so we are having some tests done. Ok? We'll try to be back in an hour or two." He said in a worried voice. That really scared me."Is she Okay?" I frantically cried, a small pain, and they were having tests done, it had to be serious.There was no reply, but I could hear hustle and bustle going on at dad's end. He must have forgotten to end the call, I thought. I was about to end the call when a voice at dad's end caught my attention, "I have some grave news for you, it's better that you sit down," (there was a noise of a chair being dragged) "I'm sorry to tell you that your wife is in the last stages of cancer-" That was all I heard, because at that moment my whole body went numb and I dropped the mobile on the wooden floor in shock. Cancer? Mom couldn't have CANCER! People died of cancer and we still needed mom. I had to graduate from college first, she couldn't die now! She couldn't, she just couldn't...I remembered all those times I had neglected mom, for friends, the Internet; I used to make up all sorts of excuses to get rid of her, and I was even rude. These thoughts were slowly eating me from the inside.What if I had made her sick? I suddenly thought. What if all that worrying about me made her somehow get ? cancer?And the doctor had said "last stages" did that mean she was really going to die?I made up my mind that from then onwards, I would do everything in my power to please her, I would try to raise my "C" grades to straight "As", would take better care of my little sister (which I never really did) and I would try to be a better daughter and I would take out time to help around the house, and not let mom do all the work.Suddenly the doorbell rang. I raced down to open the door and saw that mom, dad and Manaal had arrived."Hi honey, did you have breakfa-" my mom started in a jolly voice, but stopped when she saw that I was crying. "What happened?" she cried, in a concerned voice. "Are you ill?" Dad asked. That made me cry harder."Mom, dad, I know." I said, and flung myself into mom's arms. "Know what? Said dad, looking bewildered, as he placed Manaal on the sofa. "That mom has cancer!" I cried between sobs. I explained about the phone call to them.But instead of looking worried or even concerned, dad started to laugh and mom just looked confused, though she grinned a little as well.I was shocked; what was so funny about this situation? Then- "Rabia, your mom does not have cancer, that was the man standing next to me who the doctor was talking to, your mom just had a little case of neck-stiffness, that's all!" Dad said in an amused way.The truth weighed hought I hadn't felt so relieved in my entire life, then, I started to feel a bit foolish too.From that day, I started to work harder in school, taking care of sis, and, in short, doing all the things I had thought of doing to make mom proud.Because I had (finally) realised how special she was and that little jolt of shock was enough to wake me up from the deep sleep of ignorance I was living in.Our mom is the person who bears all sorts of pain for us, before and after birth, and we should do our best to keep her happy.

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