You don’t hear Nora’s pleas for the pain to stop. You don’t see your little brothers huddled together, praying for their mommy to make it out alive. You don’t notice when the pair of hands that was on your shoulders disappears, or when the voice of your lover arises in your ears, telling you he’ll call you soon. You don’t realize all of the family you always considered your own has left. You don’t try to make sense of what it means that your mom is lying down unconscious on an operating room table.
