story for all...

hey there everyone.
im bored. really bored. extremely bored.
so i dug out a story i wrote for the school magazine. but unfortunately,it isnt in the magazine.
well,anyway..i'll just share it with you guys.
its not really nice though. but i hope you'll enjoy it.

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A Tragic Tale


Today is David’s funeral. His father, daughter, friends and relatives attended the funeral to bid their final farewell to him. I too attended the funeral. After the funeral, I sat down beside my husband’s grave weeping. I could not believe that he had left me for good.

The day I was born, my real parents left me outside a church. They did not want me because I wasn’t the baby they were expecting- adorable and cute. A lady pastor in church was the one who raised me up since then. From then on, she was my godmother. I was named Sara. She gave me everything I wanted- a home, a motherly love, clothes, education and many more. When I was seven, she sent me to the best school in town. She was really strict- she made sure I mixed with the right children in the neighbourhood. She taught me all the values in life and about God. Every Sunday, I would follow her to church and listen to the word of God.

During my 6 years in junior school, I excelled in my studies- I was the best student in school. I was praised by my teachers and even the principal of the school for my good behaviour too. I learned from her that whatever I did, I should do it well. Unfortunately, my godmother passed away due to brain tumour during my last year in junior school. I found her lying on the floor of our home lifeless. I went over to my neighbour and asked them for help and they quickly rushed my godmother to the hospital but unfortunately, it was too late. The whole church community was shocked over her death. When she was still alive, she didn’t show any signs that she was ill. She stood strong and was really healthy. The next day, a funeral was held and everyone who knew her attended her funeral. Some of them blamed me for her death. I lay beside my godmother’s coffin grieving and not knowing what to do anymore. She left me living in this world alone. Again, I didn’t have anyone.

A day after the funeral, my neighbour, Uncle Edward came over and offered to adopt me as their foster child. I accepted the offer and moved over to live with them. My foster mother didn’t really like me. She was one of them who blamed me for my godmother’s death. She feared that I would cause bad omen towards the family. Everything I did didn’t make her happy. She forced me to do all the household chores. I wasn’t even allowed to have fun with my friends.

A year later, I was sent to a boarding school outside town to continue my studies in high school. My foster mother was glad that I was leaving the house but my foster dad was sad to let me go. He really loved me as much as my godmother. He showered me with a fatherly love. During my school days there, I didn’t mix around with anyone. I became unfriendly and excluded myself from everything including classes and activities except church. My grades were still good but not excellent. Very often, my foster dad would come over to visit me. My foster mum would come too but with a heavy heart.

One day, my foster parents met with an accident when they were on the way to attend my school’s Awards Day. They died. I blamed God for everything that happened to me. Since then, I turned away and stopped attending church. I started mixing with the wrong people in school- they were the ones who smoked, drank and took drugs. I was influenced and soon after that, I followed them. I tried many kinds of drugs and went high. I followed my friends to clubs and danced till around 3 a.m.. We even went from one pub to another just to have a drink. I didn’t care about what I was doing with my life anymore at that time.

After a few years, I met David. He had to come to this school because his dad was transferred into this city. When I first saw him in the cafeteria, he gave me an odd feeling. I was only 17 at that time. My friends dared me to approach him and ask him out. I did. I went up to him and said ‘Hi, my name’s Sara. Can I be your friend?’

‘Nice name. I’m David Solento. Sure you can be my friend. You are actually the first person who wants to be my friend. It’s a pleasure to know you.’
‘Thanks. It’s a pleasure to know you too.’

Since then, I spent most of my time with him instead of my friends. I was his only friend- nobody likes him because he was from a broken family. I attended classes and activities again. We did everything together- study, hang out and had our meals together too. My grades started to improve. During that semester, I became the best student again. I quitted drinking, smoking and taking drugs. David then advised me to stop hanging out with my friends because they were bad influence on me. I listened to him and stopped hanging out with them. I followed him back to church and asked for forgiveness for turning my back on God. I got involved in missionaries too.

After graduating, I stayed with David. His dad didn’t mind me staying at their home- he provided me food and shelter. I was treated like a part of the family. Soon after that, David and I got together. We loved each other. After work, he would always bring me out for dinner. Sometimes, we would sit in the park and talked the whole night. When times were rough, he pulled me through. When I was down, he became my clown. We never fought until one day when I saw him with another girl. I misunderstood and felt cheated.

Since then, I fought with him almost everyday. He didn’t love that girl but I just didn’t believe him. I yelled at him for breaking my trust for him. I remembered my last words to him was ‘get out!’. He went out and soon after that, I heard the car engine. He drove off to the park to give me some space. He called and said he would be back by dinner. Dinner time came but he never came back. His dad decided to look for him at the park. Around an hour later, the phone rang. I picked it up and answered it.

‘Hello.’
‘Hello. May I speak to Mr. Solento please?’
‘I’m sorry. He’s not in. May I know who’s speaking?’
‘I’m Inspector Damien from the district police office. Are you David’s wife?’
‘No, I’m his girlfriend. Is anything wrong, inspector?’
‘I’m sorry to say but David met with an accident. He’s now in the hospital. Please inform his father.’
‘Sure, I will. Thanks.’

I felt numbed. I couldn’t believe that this was actually happening to me again. I rang his dad and told him what happened. I could hear him sobbed at the other end of the line. We then rushed to the hospital to see David. When we reached there, he was still in the operating room. I prayed really hard that David would be safe. After around 7 hours of waiting, the doctor came out of the operating room. By the look on his face, I could see that he was going to tell us bad news.

‘Doctor, is my son okay? Is he safe? Will he be alright?’ asked Mr. Solento anxiously.
‘I’m sorry, sir. He’s in a very serious condition. He’s now relying on the life-supporting system to breathe. The most he can live without the support is 24 hours,’ said the doctor.

I broke down and cried. I didn’t want him to die. He was the only one who loved me ever since my godmother and foster parents died. He changed me into a better person again. He brought me back to church. He showered me with love. He gave me shelter. He gave me hope.

The doctor continued, ‘My advice is to let him go. Without a life-supporting system, he can’t breathe. He will be in a coma throughout his life.’
‘No, I won’t!’ yelled Mr. Solento in anger and pain. ‘I will not let my son die!’
‘I can’t do anything. It’s just an advice. I’m deeply sorry about your son. If you change your mind, tell me,’ the doctor said and left.

Many months had passed and yet, David’s father didn’t want to let go of his son. He sat beside his son every day and night. Sometimes, I took over his place so that he can rest. Everyday, I would pray for a miracle to happen. I prayed that one day he would wake up from that coma and smile at us. Then, I could say ‘I love you’ to him again. David’s birthday came and I bought a gift for him. I even read some stories to him. His dad made his favourite food and left it beside his bed hoping that he would wake up on that day. Unfortunately, he didn’t.

One day, when I was sitting beside him holding his hands, I felt a light squeeze on my hand. David started opening his eyes and his hands started to hold mine lightly. I was so joyful and woke his dad up. When we called the doctor, the doctor came in and was shocked to see David responding. It was really a miracle sent from high. We thanked God for the miracles He had done. David got better and soon, he was breathing without the life-supporting system. He forgave me and I promised him I wanted my last words to him to be nothing other than ‘I love you’. I didn’t want to leave any regrets in me at all.

For many months, we lived a happy life. We got married and God gave us the most beautiful gift, a baby girl. I named her Bryony. She was the most perfect gift ever. We showered her with love and never neglected her at all. On her 3rd birthday, we threw her a party with balloons, cakes and toys. We gave her a room of her own with plenty of toys in it. We sent her to the best kindergarten near our home. Her friends were also invited over for a sleepover with Bryony during the weekends. Every Sunday, we would bring her to church and let her join her friends at the children’s area. They call it a Sunday school.

A year after that, David had to go back to the hospital. He was so weak that he couldn’t move. He went through a lot of surgery and because of his strong will to live, he survived. He had to stay in the hospital until he was confirmed well. He was in good condition until last week. He couldn’t breathe and he had to rely on a support system again. I remembered what he said to me weeks ago.

He said, ‘If I ever get back relying on a support system again, let go of me, okay? I will wait for you and Bryony at the doors of heaven. Don’t you suffer because of me. I love you, sweetie. I love you. Be strong and move on, Sara.’
‘I love you too. Don’t leave me. Be strong for me and Bryony.’

Bryony sat on my lap beside David. She asked me, ‘Is daddy dying, mummy? What’s that thing? Is it a toy?’ she pointed to the machine. ‘Can I play with it?’
‘No, you can’t honey. It’s not a toy.’ I said hugging her tightly.
‘Okay then. Daddy, wake up, wake up. Play with me daddy.’
‘Let daddy rest, alright. Daddy’s tired.’

I then tuck her tightly in my arms and sang her to sleep. How I wished David could live to watch his dear daughter grow. David knew he was going to die. He knew it and he spent more time with us. He didn’t waste any precious moments doing other things. All he wanted to do was to spend his time with the family. He took Bryony out when he could. We went for picnics and outings. He kissed and hugged her when he could.

‘Should I let go of him?’ I thought to myself.

After thinking the whole night, I decided to let go. I took the courage to tell the doctor to unplug the support system. The doctor told me it was the right decision and gave me his sympathy. Before he unplugged it, I leaned down and kissed David.

‘I love you. Bryony loves you too. Wait for us.’ I whispered into his ears and hugged him as the doctor stopped the support system. After a minute, I couldn’t hear his heartbeat anymore. When I stood up, I saw a smile on his face. I knew he had passed away peacefully. From then on, I did not regret letting him go. I knew he would be in safe arms with God. And he would be there waiting for me and Bryony.

‘Be strong and move on, Sara.’ His words still linger on….



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well, thats all. hope you enjoyed it.
ciao for now.






_jocelyn_