Holding Her Inside Me
"Did we become doctor"? "Why do you seem to be a housewife"? She asked, her voice heavy and full of fear. "I am doing pre-med, I am working so hard," she continues "What happened?" I felt something heavy in my chest. I looked at her, and that's when I noticed she was fading. "Why aren't you answering?" Her voice softened. "I cracked the medical test and took admission in college," I said slowly. But...," I stopped. "But what?" she asked "I was struggling every day to keep you alive. I didn't feel the happiness I was supposed to feel I was supposed to feel" She didn't understand “I studied so hard in my final year…” “But I was managing marriage… exams… and you…” I looked at her. “You were almost gone by then.” “Every day… You were fading,” I whispered. “And I was trying to hold you… and study at the same time.” “My whole university life… I was struggling.” “With studies…” “...