Collection #4

"Music Box"

I was just still little when that thing happened. I can't believe that a day would come that something precious to me will be lost forever.

It's been already 6 months and finally, I can get out to this place. I was discharged and even if I know that I'm not fully healed yet, I can see my mom in the outside, insisting the doctor to discharge me. The doctor agreed and saw my mom wearing a smile on her face, not that happily though.

I was escorted by a nurse. She helped me walked to the place where my dad parked his car. When I finally got there, I saw my mom and the nurse let my arms go.

Mom assisted me when I tried to get inside the car. When mom saw that I'm already comfortable, she get inside the car and sat beside dad.

I can see my dad trying to start the engine. Dad ready himself to drive the car and started to drive us home.

I'm looking at the peaceful road outside. Even if it's just 6 months inside the hospital, I still missed the day when I can play outside like the other kids with the same age of mine.

I saw my reflection in the window of dad's car, smiling at the memories I made before I was hospitalized.

Feeling nostalgic to things, I didn't realize that we are finally home.

Mom opened the door and helped me stood up. I looked at our house. I really miss this house, I thought as I walk towards the door.

Dad opened the door by inserting the door keys and twisting the knob. Slowly he opened the door.

The scent of the house made of wood, seeing the white dirt floating in the air, looking at the colors in the wall that blended perfectly to the house, I really miss this mess.

Because of excitement, I ran to my room without even thinking that I can't run properly.

When I finally am in front of my room. I slowly opened the door.

After opening the door, I saw my music box on top of my bed. The music box is a present that my parents gave to me as my 3 years in living.

I went towards my bed. I get the music box and tried to play it but I can't hear anything.

I tried to wind it up again but nothing happened.

The girl on top was dancing but why can't I hear anything? Because I madly want to hear the music that this music box plays, I looked for mom and tried to ask for help.

"Mommy, is this music box broke?" I asked mom.

My mom suddenly became silent. I think mom can't hear my voice.

Since the time when I went to mom and dad, I can't hear anything. I thought it was normal cause it was only 3 days since I woke up from coma.

I can't hear dad's car starting its engine. I can't hear what Mom and Dad was talking about inside the car. The sound is missing.

"Mommy, is anything wrong?" I tried to ask again and suddenly, mom burst out in tears.

I don't know why mom is crying.

Mom is trying to tell me something but I can't hear anything. Even if I tried to talk, I also can't hear my own voice.

Dad gave mom a pen and a paper, and there, mom started to write. After writing, she gave it to me.

I read the contents of the paper.

"Zea, we already do everything but we can't bring back what is lost. Because of the accident,  you can't hear anymore and your body became weak. I'm really sorry Zea but all we can do is support you. Remember we are here for you"

It's already been years since that day happened. I am now a healthy teenager but my sense of hearing is still not back. That day I lose hope of hearing again but maybe it was meant to be lost.

The music box is still here and looking at it always makes me remember the day when I realize I became deaf.

But I still wonder what kind of music was made by this music box. I really want to hear it's music again.

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Created: February 14,2018

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