I was on the phone,
fighting back the tears.
Ignoring the ache in my heart as I listened to the news.
My mom got the virus.
The virus that killed million people,
Slowly, in a hard way.
The virus that took the breath slowly,
That put people in the distance.
I lived thousands of kilometers away from her,
Should I go home?
Should I stay?
What should I do?
All I want is right at her side, but there's no instant way to do that.
After the call,
I broke into tears.
I'm lost in feelings; all I want to do is to be back home.
A notification pops in.
Something unusual.
A notification from my sister.
Inviting me for a private gathering on Heallo.
I click on the screen.
There's my dad in blue,
Mom in red,
And sisters in yellow and purple,
And I join, in pink.
We surround each other,
Putting mom in the centre.
As the circle starts breathing,
So do I; I start to calm.
The circle starts breathing, a conduit for me to begin to pray.
Pray and rely on every feeling.
For a moment,
I feel connected,
I don't feel alone.
I feel I'm beside my mom, giving my energy for her to fight the virus.
A Heallo a day, keeps the loneliness away.
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Written with love by Alwine Brahmana, based on her true story
