My eyes feels gritty, my body feels like it's made of lead, it's heavy and it hurts, I try to move and it's a bad idea, the pain becomes more intense.

"Daughter," my mother whispers, I open my eyes slowly until I can visualize it somewhat blurred, I blink several times until I can see well, "you woke up," she smiles at me, but her red face and puffy eyes show me she's been crying.

"What's wrong, mom?" I ask without understanding her state, "everything hurts," I complain.

"I know honey, I kno," her broken voice makes me sad, "I'm so sorry." For some reason she apologizes.

"It's okay, mom,...