The Last Exchange

One week ago.

Due to a low level of consciousness and a lack of strength in her left side, she was taken to the emergency room.

We waited for an examination in the emergency waiting room.

My mother, who had been in a deep sleep for most of the morning,
opened her eyes clearly for just a brief moment in the afternoon.

She's finally awake!

She's aware of me too!

Since we couldn't communicate with words,
I tried to connect with her through gestures.

I wanted to see how much she could move her left hand.

I showed my mother my palm,
tapped it with my other hand,

and signaled, "Can you try putting your hand here?"

I gave her the sign.

She is often dazed even when awake,
so I didn't know how much she would be able to understand my sign.

I had tried several times since the morning, but
I was so sleepy that I fell asleep right away,
and I couldn't check on her or communicate.

This time, I am wide awake.

My mother looked at me intently,
slowly moved her right hand on her own,

began to reach out little by little,
and gently placed her hand on top of my palm.

Ah✨

It got through!✨

You understood me!✨

It was your own will, Mother, that made you want to place your hand there, wasn't it?✨

You moved it because you wanted to place it there, didn't you?✨

Ah✨ I'm so incredibly happy!✨

I understood what you were trying to do!✨

I understood it perfectly!

I received it clearly!

We hadn't been able to communicate properly for so long, so...

Even such a trivial, small movement
makes me so happy, it's moving!✨

That we were able to connect✨
how happy that makes me✨

I was so moved that I almost shed tears...

I was just, simply, happy✨

I

squeezed my mother's hand!

I held it for a long, long time.

I moved our joined hands up and down together, rubbed the back of her hand with my other hand, and held it with both of mine,

holding hands, we continued to connect our hearts...

Then, my mother suddenly

blinked her eyes repeatedly.

“Oh, what’s wrong?”

(Is something the matter...)

As I watched her,

the area around her blinking eyes
began to dampen slightly.

It looked like tears she was trying her hardest to shed,
even though they wouldn't come out...

(These might be tears...)

Feeling that,

“Oh, are those tears...? Are you crying?”
“What’s wrong?”
“Did something make you sad?”

When I asked her that,

she blinked her eyes again,
and for a rare moment, her facial expressions shifted significantly,
crumpling up.

(Ah... she is crying...)

I thought to myself.

It looked as if it expressed feelings that were unbearable,
feelings that were beyond words,
and all the overflowing emotions held until now.

With that expression on her face,
my mother was crying...

That is what I thought...

"It's okay~"
"It's... already okay... (I started crying along with her)"

"I'm right here! See!"
"It's okay."

Looking at my mother's face, I cried along with her in my heart.

A feeling as if my mother's emotions were being conveyed.

But, I don't know what those tears were for...

What could my mother have been feeling...

The day she was hospitalized

Just a little bit

I could see my mother's own will and feelings,

I felt it...

That it would be my last exchange with my mother...

I never even imagined...

The last exchange

The last tear

To my mother lying in the hospital room,

As I said, "Bye-bye, I'll come again!" and left,

She lifted her head slightly, followed my figure with her eyes,

And kept watching me intently.

Without saying a word, in silence,

On and on, forever,

My mother kept watching...

My mother's face

A precious treasure

Etched in my heart✨✨

~My final conversation with my mother~

P.S.)
To everyone, thank you always for your encouragement and heartwarming support💕
Reading this might make you feel heavy-hearted...
At such times, please feel free to browse through cheerful articles that will lift your spirits♫
Thank you so much for your consideration toward me✨

Reflecting on my thoughts and transitioning to new values✨

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