I had mono when I was a kid. (It was called Glandular Fever in those days.) I was as sick as a dog. The dangerously high fever, that caused severe nosebleeds and kept me in a pool of sweat for days, took great pleasure in creating horrific swirling hallucinations that scared me and made me mumble incoherently.
During that time I woke up in the middle of the night with an extremely high fever and felt so awful I thought I was actually dying. My throat was parched and I had an terrible headache from dehydration.
I was frantically screaming for my mother from deep within my soul but all my mouth could do was groan incoherently. (I still have nightmares of trying to scream but no voice will come out.) My parents were just a few rooms away and I wanted my mom to hold me because I didn’t want to die by myself.
I was petrified because I knew my parents couldn’t hear me groaning due to the storm that was brewing outside.
The wind was wrestling with the bushes across from my window and the corresponding shadows on the wall looked like creatures from hell coming to take my life.
I squeezed my eye shuts, trying to get the images away.
I clenched my teeth because I knew something was in my room.
I opened my eyes in a panic.
A shadow moved away from the wall and loomed over me.
I heard a soft whisper that mingled with the leaves rustling outside.
I could not hear what the voice said. I didn’t want to hear what the voice said. It was a hissing whisper and I was too afraid.
But the whisper came closer and closer and suddenly I could hear it clearly in my ear.
“It’s okay. It’s okay, my boykie” I’m here.”
It was my mother.
I suddenly felt a cool cloth on my forehead.
Then mom climbed onto the bed and lay next to me.
And held me all night.
Thank you for hearing my soul cry out for you ma. I will never forget that.
I love you ma.
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