The Working Student
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What it says on the title thread.
Context: I've been working for a while now since I've graduated. Moved out of my parent's house after I found a job in 2020 in a construction firm hundreds of kilometers away. Parents financially assisted me for a while until I told them to stop since I could already support myself.
Well fast forward almost 4 years now and a lot of shit has changed. I couldn't come home back during the pandemic since I was just a newly moved tenant in an apartment when the quarantine's struck and I was loath to waste what money I downpayed for the first 3 months of renting so I stuck through. Eventually these 3 months of staying extended to a year, then 3 years; at that point I've lost my motivation to comeback home since it was hassle to safe guard stuff when you yourself was the only dude you trusted to keep an eye on your belongings.
Anyways, I got a call that a mom passed and it was just days before christmas; beforehand, I was preparing to make the roadtrip back home for christmas since it was the first christmas after quarantine was lifted but this call accelerated those plans.
I make the trip, and I go back to the row of houses that I grew up in and I'm baffled that so much shit had changed; lots of houses now had new stuff added to them, the kids I saw running around 4 years ago were now walking with dates and girlfriends ans boyfriends.
I go back and confront my dad about what happened, and he told me that cancer took her away. After moving out, I used to call them weekly, then that turned to a monthly thing by the end of the 6th month then I stopped making regular calls after that. After talking, I walked into my old room and you know what I saw? It was converted to my mom's hospital room complete with oxygen tank and heart beat monitor. It stank of antiseptic and porridge, and I realized that this was where my mom passed; my dad converted my old room to an isolated hospital room during covid due to fears of infecting my mom with covid and possibly killing her. She was isolated in this room for a year and a half during quarantine.
I kinda wished I kept calling you know? I have this insane thought inside my head that I wish I had the power to turn back time to 4 years ago and not move out if this was how it turned out.
I'd go through the suffering of a college thesis all over again if it meant that I got to spend more time with her.
Context: I've been working for a while now since I've graduated. Moved out of my parent's house after I found a job in 2020 in a construction firm hundreds of kilometers away. Parents financially assisted me for a while until I told them to stop since I could already support myself.
Well fast forward almost 4 years now and a lot of shit has changed. I couldn't come home back during the pandemic since I was just a newly moved tenant in an apartment when the quarantine's struck and I was loath to waste what money I downpayed for the first 3 months of renting so I stuck through. Eventually these 3 months of staying extended to a year, then 3 years; at that point I've lost my motivation to comeback home since it was hassle to safe guard stuff when you yourself was the only dude you trusted to keep an eye on your belongings.
Anyways, I got a call that a mom passed and it was just days before christmas; beforehand, I was preparing to make the roadtrip back home for christmas since it was the first christmas after quarantine was lifted but this call accelerated those plans.
I make the trip, and I go back to the row of houses that I grew up in and I'm baffled that so much shit had changed; lots of houses now had new stuff added to them, the kids I saw running around 4 years ago were now walking with dates and girlfriends ans boyfriends.
I go back and confront my dad about what happened, and he told me that cancer took her away. After moving out, I used to call them weekly, then that turned to a monthly thing by the end of the 6th month then I stopped making regular calls after that. After talking, I walked into my old room and you know what I saw? It was converted to my mom's hospital room complete with oxygen tank and heart beat monitor. It stank of antiseptic and porridge, and I realized that this was where my mom passed; my dad converted my old room to an isolated hospital room during covid due to fears of infecting my mom with covid and possibly killing her. She was isolated in this room for a year and a half during quarantine.
I kinda wished I kept calling you know? I have this insane thought inside my head that I wish I had the power to turn back time to 4 years ago and not move out if this was how it turned out.
I'd go through the suffering of a college thesis all over again if it meant that I got to spend more time with her.