"Adam Syron. My dearest son, come to your mother." I hear my mother 's faint whispering, coming from her cambers.
" Coming mother." I shoutd, trying to carry the soup to her.
When i began opening the door, the soup spilt all over the floor.
" Oops, i spilt the soup mother. I am terribly sorry" I said crying.
" Come here."
Running I went to my mother's ill side, smiling.
" Do you feel better, mother?"
She started chuckling at me and then a huge coughing fit follow by blood out of her mouth.

I dropped my hands to my sidesand a single tear began rolling down my face.
" Don't cry my son. Climb up here and sit with your old mother." She whispered.
Jumping up, I curled up next to my mother crying into her arm.
" Adam i know it is a few weeks before your five year old birthday but i am not sure what is going to happen between now and then. So i want to give you this....it was your father's." she said reaching behind her blood stained pillow and pulled out a knife still in its sleath.
Slowly i took hold of the knife and just stared at my mother.
Her once peach coloured skin is now a chalky white, with bags upon bags beneith her one bight green eyes and a slight amount of blood on the corner of her mouth.