You have to choose one flavor that your sense of taste will no longer be able to distinguish. Sweet, sour, bitter, salty, umami, spicy (not a taste per se, but we’re generous): which one do you choose to lose? – The Daily Post
“What was that, Mama?” I asked a question to the old woman who sit on wooden chair next to my bed. She gave me a liquid on a tiny glass. She asked me to drink that liquid. Not much in fact, it’s just 10 ml or less, perhaps. I wasn’t quite sure. But I felt like its taste would bite my tongue for a week or longer at the moment that liquid wet my tongue.
“It will make you feel better, Sweetheart. Go sleep now” She replied while covered me with blue blangket.
“It’s not better to my tongue, Mama”
“But you have to drink it, Sweetheart” She kissed my forehead so tenderly.
“When will I drink that again, Mama?”
“If tomorrow comes, Sweetheart……If tomorrow comes” She whispered to my ears. Then she walked to the door.
“Mama….” She stoped and turned around.
“What if tomorrow never comes, Mama? Then I won’t drink that liquid again? I wished my tongue could lose bitter taste without losing tomorrow. Cause I still want to see your smile tomorrow and the day after, Mama” She smiled at me. I saw tears on her eyes before she turned off the light.
Late at night, June 30th, 2014