This story took place awhile ago when I was nursing a young girl who was diagnosed with brain tumor. In my high school years, I used to earn extra pocket money by babysitting or walking the dogs/caring for pets in my neighbourhood area.
One weekend I was required to nurse a young girl who was terribly sick because the father was on a business trip and the in-house babysitter (nurse) was taking a day off due to fever. I didn't know she was that sick until the grandmother told me (there were 3 of us in the house: the grandmother, the sick girl and myself).
When I come into her room, the atmosphere was different. Her room was somehow calming and soothing. I saw a lot of what I assumed as children painting of a mother and daughter on the left wall facing the window. About the girl, she was probably 5 or 6 years, very nice and didn't cause much trouble (actually ANY trouble) when it comes to feeding her, changing her diapers and bed sheet, bathing her, etc.
One thing that made me shed my tears was even though she was really sick, she was always smiling like most of the time. She had this shining bright eyes and lovely voice that will make anyone love her instantly. She loved to paint on a drawing paper too like normal kid does.
It was late in the evening that day when she told me she wanted to share her secret with me. She gave me her small diary book and she said she wrote a letter for her mother. I hardly understand the handwritings and scribbling but I could make out the parts where she wrote the words 'mother' and 'love' and miss you'. Then I excused myself to clean the bathroom. The bathroom was next to the corridor (the room has a small corridor). It was 10 minutes later when I had finished my bathroom-cleaning job that I realised it was her medication time.
When I set my foot outside the bathroom I could hear she was laughing and all of sudden my legs were shaking. Then when I look at her I saw a woman next to her. The woman has a faded skin and almost like white all over. She was wearing a long, sleeveless dress and veil covering her upper face and she was caressing and kissing the girl's forehead a couple of times. My instant reaction was, I dropped the towel I was holding and rushed to the girl's side. Then the woman just vanished into the thin air. To be honest, I was really freaked out back then but I feared the girl safety more that I dashed to her bed.
I grabbed the girl's hand and asked her if she was alright. She said not to worry as it was her mother and she didn't mean any harm. I stood in silence for a few seconds. After I had collected myself enough, I gave the girl her medication before putting her to sleep. I waited until the girl was asleep before I went to comfort the grandmother.
The grandmother started tearing up when I described the woman I saw in the girl's room. The old woman told me the description fitted the girl's mother when she was still alive. The mother died when the girl was just born due to some complication and she NEVER had the chance to hold the girl. The girl actually started uttering the word 'momma' (mother) when she was 2 years but they didn't know how and when she learnt the word. She started getting sick when she was about 4 and a half. I didn't realise how much tears I shed on that day but it was really touching my heart deeply.
Six months afterwards I received the news that the girl had passed away. Poor innocent soul. But I know the girl was finally with her mother and hopefully together they will find peace as they have always longing to be together as 'Mother and Daughter'.