I was feeding the cats by the roadside and giving long-tail a scratch when my parents came back.

That meant I was going to get a lashing from my mum,
and true enough. She came out of the car glaring at me.

Not because she hates cats.

Its because she has a fear of animals, after a few incidents and after the eye infection i got when i was young from playing with a friend's dog.

So I quickly retreated to the room when I heard her stomping up the steps.

*knock knock*

'Shit.'

I opened the door, and there was my mum, standing in the doorway,
no trace of anger. Only concern, and love.

"Have you had soup?"

Then there was a short conversation of how I shouldn't be leaving the cat food upstairs (she spied the container trying to sit inconspicuously by my feet) and should bring it downstairs.

So meekly I took the container and followed her downstairs.

As we were reaching the last step, my mum slipped and fell and her body threatened to fall backwards and my heart STOPPED for that moment.

nothing can happen to her.
Please God.

My mum caught hold of the railings mid-air and managed to land properly on one foot.
But I went into a frenzy as I grabbed the chair and pushed it under her for her to sit.
As I grabbed her leg but as gently as I could worried that something inside might have been broken. And I spoke clearly, loudly, audibly.

And I was worried sick.

And I felt alive. For a long time in two months.

I don't know what that means, but at that moment.
I just felt, that I could give up anything just for her to be ok.

And I wanted to cry.
I want to pick up a phone and tell someone.

But what do i do?

I blog.

Thank you God.
For keeping my mum safe.
For reminding me that my heart still pounds for many lovely things you have placed in my life.