Finally, at peace

He sits on a chair while his feet are playing in the air, with his eyes locked on the floor, and his little fingers slowly fidgeting on his knees. He can't hear the conversation of his mother in the neighboring room, but he can hear her silenced cries. He can feel his body so heavy he can barely move, and badly wants to get up and get the candy he wishes he could taste from the vending machine. His eyes roll around this room with colorful walls, but all he can see is the black and white, as life stole life’s vibrant colors the moment those dirty hands took hold of his body.

His mind is filled with a thousand questions, "Why am I different from the other kids? Why is my body so bumpy? Why does everything I eat hurt? Why has God forgotten about me and chosen to never answer my prayer? Why do I need to have needles inserted in my body for me to live another day? Why does everyone ask me to be patient while none of them feels my pain? Why wouldn't you try the poison I take in before trying to judge my tears? Why does everyone who sees me get filled with tears? Why did we become so poor right after I got sick? Why does everyone laugh when my dad pays? Why does my head feel so smooth and why doesn’t my hair grow anymore? Why does my body hurt all the time? Why can't I feel the fun except through watching the TV?

“Why me? Why, aside from all the other people, me?"

His little eyes caught sight of a little white shadow, and, suddenly, his body felt so light and all the pain disappeared. Green blurry bodies carried him onto a table. They gave him the electric shocks once, twice; but they seem to not be able to bring him back. His body, finally, felt so good. The shadow held his hand and walked him next to his crying mother, yet he couldn’t understand what was going on. Still, everything felt so right, and all he did was wave goodbye to his mom. He wanted to wipe her tears, but the shadow told him not to. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't. The shadow whispered “Don't worry, your pain was bound to end, and so it came. Your cancer has called upon me; and now, Heaven awaits.”