I see the window gleaming with light as I wake up on a bright early morning. As I walked downstairs to get a cup of coffee, my mind was thinking about my daughter, Paula. I gulp down my coffee, in hopes of visiting my daughter soon. Before I went to bed, my phone was buzzing really loudly with intense vibrations. “Who’s calling me so late,” I sighed. I answered the phone with a “Hello, how can I help you this late?” A high pitched voice answered with a mumble, “Hey, mom I hope you’re doing well!”. My mouth opened wide in a surprised and shook but excited face. “How are you doing, Paula?” I asked. The conversation went along for a while it almost felt like it lasted for years on end. I didn’t know that was gonna be the last conversation with her on the phone. My phone rang for the second time, vibrating and buzzing while I was listening to some music. As I pick up the phone, I hear a very low voice. The voice in the phone explained about the tragedy in a mature and sensitive matter. My body started trembling in fear of losing her and tears dropped down my face, even thinking about it made me cry. I couldn’t even think straight. All I knew was that I had to get to the hospital soon. I picked up a photo of me and her, water bottle, blanket, and snacks. I could barely walk around the house without feeling weak, I knew I had to get to the hospital for Paula. Rushed out the door and slammed the door behind me taking a minute to lock it. My car engine turned on and anxiety kept rushing through my body. I mumble to myself “It’s my fault if I’m too late...”. As I was driving through the traffic in my car, It almost felt like the cars were going slower than a snail. Along the way, I stopped to get gas, I gripped onto the gasoline hose and let the gas pour into my vehicle. I took a deep breath knowing everything would be okay as I rushed into my car. I turned my engine on and started driving to the hospital.

I saw that I was almost at the hospital cheering with joy and relief. This was the moment I had been waiting for, being able to see my daughter. When I walked in, “Do you mind filling out this form?” asked The receptionist. I nod with a yes, and fill out the form while my hands are shaking cause I’m super close to being able to see her. I turn the paper work in and she tells me the room number and the floor. I thanked the women, as I saw an elevator that was unoccupied. I step inside the elevator and press number 2 for the 2nd floor. I walked across the hall to the door that said “Room 216”. My heart was beating fast and my palms were sweating as if I was gonna pass out. I gently open the door to see my daughter, my eyes directly stare at her. At that point I knew it was too late, I started sobbing in tears “She’s in a coma,” I cried. I held her hands even though the pain was indescribable and looked at her, she’s beautiful. My mind goes blank thinking she won’t wake up, but I still had hope.

A month later, I visited her once again but this time her condition got even worse. Apparently, She was in a vegetative state where she wasn't aware of her surroundings anymore. They even went as far as trying to treat her with sedatives but it ended up giving her brain damage . “The condition she had was a hereditary blood disease called Porphyria '' explains the doctor . This was when there was nothing anyone could do about it, so I brought Paula back to my house. I took care of her and never gave up on her, it’s been a year of her being in a coma. I knew deep down inside I wasn’t perfect and that itself made me feel like I was to blame. I cried while I held Paula’s hand and stared at her face. I sat beside her, staying close by to keep an eye on her. One day, a tragedy happened, Paula had no pulse and she stopped breathing. She was immediately sent to the hospital from an ambulance to declare her death. I said my goodbyes and cried so much but there was one thing that kept me going. I knew that as long as memories of her exist she is still alive with me.