It was five in the morning and Georgia was already dressed to go to the hospital. The ambulance would only arrive in three hours but she couldn’t sleep. Now, she was sitting in the living room, looking out of the window. The house was silent. Her parents were sleeping upstairs. Tomorrow, the house would be even more silent. She would be alone with her father. Indeed, the ambulance was not for Georgia but for her mother. Cancer. Chemotherapy.
Georgia had accepted to accompany her mother in the ambulance but she secretly hopped that it would be the last time. It was too hard to see her crying and suffering. She wished only two things for her mother: death or recovery but no more cancer. She had enough. Her mother was not the same anymore. Georgia couldn’t recognise her anymore, physically and mentally. In a way, Georgia’s mother was already dead. Recovery would not bring her back. There are things you can’t change, words you can’t erase, memories you can’t forget. Her lovely mother was now a ghost and Georgia had understood it a long time ago.
Georgia thought of her father, this man who never accepts defeat. He would be devastated in the case of the worst scenario. He was not prepared. Nobody can but Georgia wanted to help her father to face the reality. How? The question was still unresolved and Georgia was worried. She did not want sadness to be her everyday life. Living without her mother would be hard enough, she did not want to live with a father with no more willingness to find an aim to his life. So many things were still to be experienced. The only thing she could do was to stand by his side and to support him when things would be… different and certainly harder too.
The sound of a siren interrupted her thoughts. The ambulance was now in front the house. It was time for Georgia to face her reality: at only 10, her childhood was already finished.