"I still remember the day like it was yesterday. I was so excited to be home for Diwali break and see my parents! Mom came to pick me up and on the way back we stopped at a cafe for a quick bite. We were going up the stairs -- she was walking slowly and I was excitedly running up, when I heard a loud thud. I turned around and I saw that mom had slipped, she was lying in a pool of blood, with her right ear bleeding and her skull completely fractured.
I was trembling with shock. I called my dad and tried to tell him what had happened through the few words that I could utter. People had gathered, but none of them were helping. I was only 13. Some men started to touch me and my mom inappropriately - I didn't know what to do.
Thankfully one man came, wrapped napkins around mom's head and took us to the hospital.She was in critical care for a few days, until she slipped into a coma. I was heartbroken. I kept thinking that it was my fault- my fault that I didn't walk with her, that I couldn't get her to the hospital in time and that I may not be able to talk to her ever again.
That was the time my dad came to me and said, 'If Lavita was in my place, she would never let either of us go. So if you're with me, we will fight this together.' So we got her home. We got nurses to care for her. Each day we try to help her heal - my dad and I talk to her, help her exercise and reminisce about happier times. Some days we get a slight smile from her or a nod and we know that's she's listening.
I think of all the times she took off work without thinking, to take care of me when I was sick, or how if I was ever upset and didn't want to talk, she'd just get me a big bowl of my favorite ice-cream. I think of those things and know that there's no way I'm giving up on her -- I know that one day we'll be the perfect family again. The three of us, with mom laughing and being our biggest strength...the way she always has been."
Humans of Bombay, Fb
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