As the little 11 year old me was sitting on a stool in front of the kitchen island watching the most beautiful woman of my life, my mother making pancakes for me. My father also came and sat beside me and we waited for her to finish, as we both gazed at her lovingly and thought how perfect our life was. Sometimes I would question myself, why was my life so perfect? What would I do if it was somehow taken away from me? And for that I prayed every night before going to sleep that my life should remain perfect as it was. As time passed, I could see the difference in my mothers health. She really tried to hide her weakness but I could clearly see that through her eyes, they didn’t shine the same way they used to wherever she smiled, something was clearly wrong with her. As I would try to ask my father he would always say ‘nothing is wrong dear, everything is perfect’, the same lines my mother would say. When I reached 6th grade my mothers condition had become worse, she couldn’t even get out of bed and I would ask my parents what’s wrong and they would reply the exact same line they used to before ‘nothing is wrong dear, everything is perfect’ but I secretly heard papa talking on the phone that night, and I heard that one word which would change my entire life, ‘cancer’. My mama had cancer. The following morning, I told them that I knew the truth as tears flowed down my face, I tried, I really tried to act brave as I was a big boy now according to mama but I couldn’t control them as I saw the weak body of mama laying there in front of me fighting through the last stage of cancer still beautiful as always, and I couldn’t do anything about it. I felt like the most helpless person as I just watched helplessly and couldn’t save the most beautiful and important person of my life battling through life and death and finally she gave up. I couldn’t ease the pain she felt, her screams of pain would echo through my head day and night as they had become part of my nightmares and they would remind me what a helpless and pathetic person I was. After that
,I could see my father trying to act tough in front of me by hiding his pain of losing her and at that time, I hated those words he always told me ‘nothing is wrong dear, everything is perfect’ because at that time nothing was perfect. At that day I vowed to myself, I would not let any other child go through the same pain of losing his mother battling through cancer. And today after so many years, I stand proudly in front of mamas grave with a degree in my hand and papa beside me with a proud smile on his face as I recall how finally all my hard work and effort has paid off and now I can save all those mothers out there battling through cancer and no child will have to go through the same pain of losing the most beautiful woman of their life. Mama, I am finally a big man now, I am a doctor now and I will try my best to save other people who have cancer mama. I always wished that what if I was big enough at that time so I could save you but you alway said ‘everything happens for a reason’ and now I understand why you always said those words ‘nothing is wrong dear, everything is perfect’ to tell me never to lose hope and to look at the things I still have and see how perfect my life is and it really is perfect mama.