BRIDGE

“She's dead!”

My heart was heavy with grief as I stood by my mother's hospital bed. The sterile air and the rhythmic beeping of the machines provided an eerie backdrop to my tumultuous thoughts. I had hoped for a miracle, an unforeseen turn of events that would bring her back to me. But as the doctor rushed into the room, looking surprised at the latest twist in my mother's long list of bedside drama, my hopes were gradually fading.

The doctor's voice trembled as he spoke the words that would forever haunt my memories. "I'm sorry, Bridge. We did everything we could, but your mother couldn't make it. She...