Hey guys! Today I’m going to do something a little different: I’m going to share you a short story I wrote over a year ago! It isn’t the best, but the message inside is important and that many people need to hear.
Content Warnings: depression, natural death
She was dying. Her breathing was getting slower, her heartbeat weakening. I was crouching over her, shouting, weeping. “Why? Why do you have to go?”
“Joanna, I must,” she told me, placing her hand on my chest. “All living things must die someday.”
“But … I don’t want you to!” I protested. I didn’t care what anyone said.
Another tear fell from my eye, descending down my cheek. My thoughts floated to that day, that rainy day.
I had been an orphan, a six-year-old homeless orphan. I lived in a park, surrounded by rusty slides and jungle gyms, but without a roof to protect me from anything that came from the sky. My only belongings were my pink flowered shirt, blue jeans, and old shoes. My only food was the scraps from the garbage can. Some people were kind enough to place a penny in my open hand, but most of them just passed by. Some even spat.
Every day was a day of sorrow, until that day. I’m not sure what month it was, but probably December. It was cold. And raining.
Someone in a black cloak suddenly ran toward me and gave me a box. Before I had time to answer, he ran off. Confused, I had cocked my head and opened the box. My eyes caught the glint of metal. Curiosity coursed through my veins and without hesitation, I grabbed a corner of the metal and tugged.
Out came a robot, a little taller than me. It had an oversized head, but a beautiful smile, and words engraved in golden letters, “MOMBOT”. I admired it, staring at every corner on it, my blue eyes sparkling with curiosity and excitement. But I never suspected what would happen next.
The rain that was pouring down must have been magical rain. It must’ve had some kind of power inside of it. But whatever it was, Mombot suddenly lit up. A whirring sound suddenly erupted from her. “Hello. I am Mombot.”
Without thinking, I suddenly buried my face in the hard metal and hugged her. “Mom!” I yelled.
Mombot seemed a little startled. “No. Mombot,” she said, gently pushing me away.
“But … I wanted a mom!”
The magical rain seeped into the cracks in the robot and touched the metallic heart of it. Suddenly, the eyes of the robot that had been a sharp yellow suddenly became a soft pink. Somehow, the metallic heart changed – softened. The programs inside of it were messed up -in a better way. You see, Mombot gained something her programmers had never thought of -love.
“Mom…” she said, her voice like a delicate musical note. Then she looked into my eyes. “Child…”
“You can be my mom?” I asked for I didn’t care how my “mom” looked. I just wanted someone to take care of me.
“Yes… yes, I can,” said Mombot, her arms extending to me to wrap me in a warm hug. “I love you, child.”
I nodded. “I love you too, Mom.”
From then on, Mom worked for me from hours on end and got enough money to buy food for me. Then one day, she saved up enough money to get us a tiny apartment. Then a bed that I could sleep in. Then a table. Then even a toy box.
Even when I was 13 years old, Mom always read me a bedtime story and tucked me in. Then she hugged me and kissed me with her cold metal lips. But it felt warm to me.
How could I love a robot so much? After all, it was all made by humans, programmed to say “Hello,” when someone came, and “Thank you,” when someone gave it something.
The answer is love. Because that robot had love. Because it had love, a thing that no other robot had, I would love it too. And there was nothing that could separate us.
That is, except me.
Years later, I got a job in the city and moved away from Mom. I had a boyfriend, became rich with my job, and drank beer every weekend with my friends. I forgot about Mom. I forgot about her love. And I only cared about myself. I only loved myself. “Me” was all that mattered now. I would sometimes call Mom to see how she was doing, first every day, then only once a week, then once a month. Slowly, I forgot about her. I forgot to call her.
I got engaged to and married my boyfriend. I had children. I loved them, and they loved me. But then something happened. My husband and my children and I were in a car, driving to the library on a rainy day. As the blurry splotches of rain clouded the front glass, my husband casually averted his eyes from the front glass and tried to increase the speed of the wiper. We weren’t ready when a delivery truck careened into us. I was the only one to escape alive.
Depression crawled into my soul like a venomous spider. As my concentration drained work became a great task. They fired me because I had put some papers in the wrong place. Suddenly, my “friends” weren’t friends anymore.
I didn’t get a job after that. Every job seemed worthless to try, and even if I tried, I would probably do the same thing again. I was homeless again and created my house in another playground.
It was one rainy night, a night just like the one when I had found Mombot, that I knew I needed love in my life. There was a huge hole deep in my heart.
Then, I remembered Mom, and that I had forgotten her. I quickly flipped out my phone, protecting it from the rain with my handkerchief, and managed to remember the phone number. I punched in the numbers. No reply. I tried again. Nothing.
I was suddenly overcome with panic. What had happened to Mom? Was she hurt? Was she lost? Was she-.
Dead. The word echoed in my heart, hitting every place in my body, paining me. I stood up, then started running through the rain. Tears mingled with the cold rain that was pouring furiously on me. I didn’t care if my phone got wet. I just cared for Mom.
I was in front of the apartment. I dashed up the stairs and opened the door where Mom and I had been living. She was there, breathing hard, the whirling inside of her weakening.
So now love would be gone from my life. Mom would be gone. Love would be no more. I still needed her.
“Mom! I forgot about you!” I yelled at Mom, but it was all anger toward myself.
“I know, Joanna. It’s okay. It already happened.”
“If it wasn’t for me, none of this would happen! Don’t go, Mom!”
“I have said it before. All living things must die someday.”
I was about to protest that she was a robot. But then I realized. Along with giving her love, the rain had only given her a limited amount of time to live. Just like humans.
“Joanna … you must show love to the people around you. Just as I have.” And with that, Mom’s whirling stopped. The cold air coming from her mouth stopped coming out.
I cried all day long, mourning the unbearable loss.
The next day, I had stopped weeping.
Mom had shown love to me. Now it was time for me to show love to other people. I needed to be like Mom. I wanted to.
Though Mom had stopped moving, and her life was no more, I knew that her love lived on. She had given it all to me. Now I would pass it on. Gripping my hand into a fist, I stood up from the crouch I was in and fixed my gaze at the door. My hand gripped the handle. My legs moved forward. I walked out.
The sunrise that spread out before me was a beauty, the sun showing its rays all over the whole town, lighting it up. Birds were chirping, and people were walking out of their houses, yawning. It felt like my life was like a morning. It had been dark. Then, Mom had come into my life. I lost her. Then I found her. I found her love. I kept it. Her love would last forever.
I stared into the sunrise. “I will keep it, Mom. I will.”
Then, confident, I walked down the steps of the apartment building.
What did you guys think? Do you relate in some ways to Joanna? Do you love others as Jesus (just like Mombot loved Joanna) loves you? Or do you ignore him and keep living?
Should I post more of my writing?
Take care, guys! God bless!