Chapter 12: A Candle for Distance
It happened too fast.
The year had barely begun.
The savings jar wasn’t even half full.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsaKeW79TPw
The reseller chats were still active.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcZIWpChzNt
The plans were still fresh.
Then one message changed the air.
“Mom’s in the hospital.”
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No extra words.
Just that.
And suddenly everything else felt small.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdTfKek6JY1
I called her immediately.
Her voice was different.
Not dramatic.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4RYyhACPVt
Not hysterical.
Just shaken.
“They admitted her,” she said. “It was sudden.”
I didn’t know what to say.
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Through exhaustion.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjVjXOw68Ey
Through doubt.
But this?
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Bigger than distance.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj9xfd4wdx0
Bigger than pride.
“I wish I was there,” I whispered.
And I meant it in a way I’ve never meant anything before.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsE9E7YUKpj
She was in a hospital waiting area.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ73Cx46DJaN
Fluorescent lights.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFtYz1F0Ly2
White walls.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgifDbmDMCc
The sound of machines in the background.
I was in my room.
Miles away.
Helpless.
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I wanted to drive her home.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQae5ObAIaF
I wanted to carry even a little of what she was carrying.
But all I had was a screen.
And my voice.
“Be strong,” I said.
It sounded so small.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIpBC4CAJVQ
After we ended the call, I couldn’t sit still.
The room felt suffocating.
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Gone.
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Irrelevant.
Because in that moment, the only thing that mattered was her pain.
And I wasn’t there.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfGk6FSGtNH
So I went out.
It was still early evening.
The sky was dim, almost gray.
I found myself walking toward the church without even thinking about it.
I’m not the most religious person.
But desperation makes you believe in anything that feels like hope.
The church was quiet.
Cold.
Almost empty.
I bought a candle.
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Fragile.
Like the distance between us.
I lit it slowly.
And as the flame steadied, I closed my eyes.
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Not for our plans.
Just one prayer.
Please let her mom be okay.
Please let her be strong.
Please let me be enough even from here.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYf2RLRaS9f
I imagined her sitting in that hospital chair.
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Worried.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnkjOy17qu5
Trying not to cry too much.
And it broke something inside me.
Because all I wanted
Was to sit beside her.
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Even if we just shared silence.
Just to be there.
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She messaged me later that night.
“She’s stable for now.”
I exhaled for what felt like the first time in hours.
“Thank God,” I replied.
I almost told her about the candle.
But I didn’t.
It wasn’t about credit.
It wasn’t about being seen.
It was just something I needed to do.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8RQk8tEuH0
That night, we stayed on call again.
Not talking much.
Just breathing.
Listening to hospital sounds on her side.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3zdc5da5Y5
Listening to quiet darkness on mine.
“I’m scared,” she admitted softly.
“I know,” I said.
And I hated that knowing wasn’t the same as fixing.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9tAJ8rOY0W
Distance had always been inconvenient.
But that night, it felt cruel.
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no matter how much we saved,22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy3l15Plj2I
no matter how much we stayed consistent
there were moments where love couldn’t close the gap.
And all I could offer was presence through a screen.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSFnJinEdpD
Before she fell asleep in that hospital chair, she whispered:
“Thank you for staying.”
Staying.
That word again.
Maybe I couldn’t hold her physically.
Maybe I couldn’t drive her home.
Maybe I couldn’t stand beside her mother’s hospital bed.
But I stayed.
And sometimes, when distance steals everything else
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The candle probably burned out hours later.
But I like to think the prayer didn’t.
Because love isn’t always about grand gestures.
Sometimes it’s about lighting something small in the dark.
And wishing
with everything you have
that the people you love make it through the night.
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and then Add to home screen.