YARA’S POINT OF VIEW
“So how are you feeling today?” My therapist Nia asked. It was hard the first time I was here, the thought of baring myself completely to a stranger made me feel a bit uncomfortable. Therapy felt a bit complicated, being vulnerable did not seem great but it’s been two months now, I think I am getting better at it.
“Better, I feel a bit better. I still have the panick attacks sometimes but I think it will all get better eventually.” I said with a smile on my lips, I stared at the pastel colored walls, at the little posters on them. ‘Breath in breath out you’ll be alright.’ One of the posters said, I believe it. It’s taking a while but I can see the improvement.
I moved out, moved to a new area, got a new job, crafted new routines for myself, I feel like everything would be alright… eventually.
I’m still learning somethings and unlearning over things, I wake in the morning do a little self affirmation, I try to breathe my way to serenity whenever I feel anxious, I have some me time, I am learning a few new things about myself, I am finally starting to like me…
Like my therapist Nia use to say healing takes time but it will happen eventually.
VALENTINA’S POINT OF VIEW
They just wheeled Ava in to the theater for an emergency surgery, the doctor said she just has a forty percent chance of survival but without the surgery she will die.
I just feel drained, I just want all this to end, I just want my Ava to come out of this healthy. I knelt in front of a pew at the Catholic Church close to the hospital, I clutch my rosary in my hand, and just stare at the statue of the baby Jesus.
I have never truly been a believer, everything about Christianity has always felt a bit fictional to me but now just being here gives me some sort of solace that i cannot explain. I turned to see Sydney kneeling beside me.
“Ava is going to be okay, Dester told me that.” Sydney said, I was so shocked that she talked to me in a very… normal way. I hugged my sister, I can’t wait for her to get better, she is slowly getting better.
My phone rang **Diego** I picked. The anxiety came back, I panicked.
“She’s awake… Ava is awake! The doctor said everything looks good.” Diego said excitedly, I don’t know how but I got to the hospital in record time.
“Mama.” Ava said weakly. I just hugged her with tears of joy in my eyes, I tried my very best to be gentle with the hug…
ONE MONTH LATER…
Diego waits anxiously at the aisle, he is waiting for his beautiful bride Valentina to walk in, he hasn’t seen her in some hours, she did not want him to see her before the wedding.
Diego hears the gasped from their friends and family, he turns and there is the most beautiful woman in the whole world, Valentina Sanchez, the woman who is going to be his wife, the mother of his daughter Ava.
He could not control the smile on his face or the thin line of tears that came down from his eyes. ‘How did I get this lucky’ he kept on asking himself.
Valentina walked to his side and his lips hungered for hers but unfortunately he had to wait for the pastor to ask them to kiss…