June 22, 2020

“My mother is equivalent to the entire world for me; she has cancer. Her recovery is worth everything to me. I do not care about anything else in the world. I have failed in many things, but they don’t mean anything to me. The day my mother almost died, they told me in the hospital that your mother is not doing well, they have discharged us. I went to the hospital, but they wouldn’t let me in. No matter how much I tried with the guard, it was useless. It got to the point that I had to climb over the wall, but a guard saw me and tried to stop me, I pulled him on the ground and continued running into the hospital hallway… Some guards were still after me. I reached my mother’s room, I saw she was very pale, her eyes closed. The guards arrived in the room at that moment, when they saw what was happening, they grew quiet and slowly left the room. I knew my mother was no longer alive. I had to tell our family and friends. But I don’t know what happened at that moment, my mother came back to life; she cried out for me. I don’t know how to express that feeling. One of the guards outside started crying.”