Back to my dorm, I was just about to take a rest, Karl pulled me up in a hurry, “Masseur, come, big deal!”
“Earthquake or flood?”
I pulled my duvet up and turn over, trying to rest.
“No...no,” he gasped, “I got a call from hospital.”
“Do they call you for me, why?” I curled my lip.
“Yes, it is for you. I did not know why they called me. But the doctor said something about cancer, I did not hear very clearly, hey, why are you running? Who had cancer!”
Karl still talked to himself but I reacted when he said ‘cancer’. The hospital asked for a spare number. It had just been her and I, I had no other family, so I left Karl’s phone number. The hospital must fail to reach me, so they called Karl!
When I ran into my mom’s room, the bed was empty. The blanket was tidily folded like nobody
