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                            Part 3 – The day my world changed

I was 8 years old when I met my first superhero. It was late at night and I was sleeping in my bed when I heard a crack coming from the window. Like any kid, I thought immediately it was some kind of monster coming to get me. I covered myself with my blankets quickly and closed my eyes while praying for the monster to go away. I started to hear steps as someone was walking in my room. The steps got closer and closer to my bed and me, full of fear, squeezed my hand hard and tried to hold my tears back. I definitely didn’t want the monster to think I was afraid of him. I felt cold as my blanket was removed away from me, I opened my eyes and I saw a man with a mask standing in front of me. It took me a second to realize it was Batman. The man everyone in the city has been talking about. The man who catches evil and save people when they are in danger. I rubbed my eyes as I thought if I was really seeing what I am seeing or is this just another of my wild dream. “Are you real?” I asked him. I moved up a few inches as he sat on my bed. “Yes, I am real. I am Batman” he said with a deep dark voice. I was excited, I couldn’t just believe my eyes. My favorite superhero of all time is sitting in my room. 

“why are you here?” I asked. “I am here to protect you and your family from evil, and I need your help” he replied. “Evil? what evil?” I asked surprised. I came from an ordinary family, with a dad who worked as a software developer and a mom who worked as a nurse. I had one older sister and we have never run into problems before, or that what I thought at least. “I need you to keep an eye on your family and report to if anything suspicious happens around your family or if you ever feel any danger, you just need to use this” he continued as he handed me a small round device with a red button on it, “you just have to press the red button for 3 seconds and I will be here within minutes to protect you and your family”. I took the device, looked at him, full of questions but yet happy to know that we were being protected by the strongest man on earth. “Now, go back to sleep, and never tell anyone about our little meeting here,” he said as he quickly went to the window and disappeared. I took the little device and hide it in my secret box under my bed and went to sleep as nothing ever happened. Little did I know, that 20 years later I was going to be the new superhero in town.

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                                            Part 2 – True love I was walking by myself when I saw him across the street holding hands with another woman. It has been almost a year since we decided to break up with each other. “There he is, the love of my life,” I thought to myself, “with another woman”. I felt sad, but at the same time I was happy to see him smiling and in love again. “well, at least one of us moved on” I mumbled while continuing to walk down the street. I froze s as I heard someone calling my name loudly “Anni, Anni”. I turned my back slowly and saw him waving at me, I smiled, waved back and started walking fast.  When I arrived home, I started crying. Clearly, I haven’t moved on yet and I still miss him. 

I had spent the last six months traveling in Asia, trying to get over him. In Indonesia, I had met this old lady in a small coffee shop near the hostel I was staying, who told me she could see the sadness in my eyes, and she had the solution for me and I just went along for fun. Together we went to her house, which was an old house in a small village. As I entered the house, it was full of books and antiques. She offered me some cookies and asked me to sit down. She asked me to tell her my story and I began telling her everything about my ex-boyfriend Jacob and why we broke up. She looked in my eyes and held my hands, “I am what people call a telepath, I can connect with people’s mind remotely to implants thoughts in their mind. If you want Jacob back, I can make it happen for you. However, you need to know it can take time before it works” she said. I looked at her, confused but also excited because even though I knew this could never happen, I was hoping deep down it was true. “Close your eyes, it will only take a few minutes,” she said while squeezing my hand. I closed my eyes and she said a few things that didn’t make any sense for me. Suddenly, it was completely silent, and I opened my eyes and looked around. “what did just happen? How come I am back at the coffee shop again?” I wondered, “It was probably just a crazy dream”. 

Here I was, it been 4 months since I came home from Asia, and this is the first time I see him, he was with another woman. “Now I am 100% it was just a dream” even though I was hoping it was not. I went to the bathroom to wipe my ruined makeup off, and as I was ready to take a shower, I heard the doorbell ring. Confused, I looked at the time, 09:45 PM, “who would come and visit me so late?”. I wrapped a towel around me, and as I looked to see who it was, I saw Jacob, standing there, in front of my doorstep. Then I knew, it was not a dream.

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                                 Part 1 - When there is only hope left

I was asleep when I heard something ringing. “oh no, not now, I need more sleep” I thought to myself. I opened my eyes, reached out for my phone from the table next to my bed, and looked at it. It was only 4:12 am, “why is my aunt calling me now?”, I asked myself. It took me a second to come to my sense, and my body was all frozen in a second. I just remembered that my grandfather is seriously ill and is hospitalized. I hoped it was not the call I was thinking it was and answered. “Good morning, sorry I woke you up, but I have been trying to call mom, but she is not answering”. I was living at my grandparents’ house at that time. “Is everything okay?” I asked. “Grandfather had another attack this morning and he is asking for mom, so I need you to wake her up now and tell her to come here as soon as possible”. I finished the call, jumped out of my bed and ran into my grandmother’s room which was just right next to mine. I didn’t need to say anything, as soon as she heard me enter the room, she woke up, looked at me and I told her what happened. It took her 10 minutes from the minute she woke up till she was out, siting in her car, ready to drive for 46,7 km to get to the hospital. And there I sat, all myself with nothing but hope, hope that a miracle will happen.

My grandfather had cystic fibrosis which is a genetic disease that causes severe damages to the lungs and a patient would eventually pass away without a new lung. And that is what we have been waiting for, a new lung. I waited patiently that day, to get a call from my grandmother. I was too tired to go to school but also too worried to go to sleep again. Hours went by before I got a phone call from her. “Hello sweetheart i just wanted to let you know that he is okay, and everything is under control. The doctors are telling me there is still hope for new lunges, so all we can do now is cross fingers and hope”. I wished at that moment I believed in god, so I could pray, but I am not religious, so hope was the only option i had for now. I woke up the next morning from a text message saying, “GOOD NEWS, grandfather is being transferred to a new hospital and he is getting new lungs!!! Pack some clothes for the weekend and get the next train here”. I got very existed, jumped out of my bed, packed a few stuff, took our dog to the neighbours and then went to catch the train. Happy and full of hope, only did I know, it was going to be the last time I will ever see my grandfather again.