Mary's dilema

Mary woke up in the morning, brushing sleep off her eyes. She got out of bed stretching her bones after only 2 hours of sleep. She had tossed and turned in bed and then looked at the bedroom roof. She remembered when she was a little and she and her family had just moved in.  She was painting the roof with her dad, when she accidentally spilt the paint. Her dad had smiled at her, like he always did when she did something wrong. He picked up the paint and went out of the room to get something to wipe the paint up. She felt a cold fist grip her heart. Dad…… He had died 3 years later of a disease called cholera. Dropped dead in the kitchen and nearly burned the house down. She got up and went to get breakfast. She started to pour the cereal and found the box was empty. She went to her parents room to wake up her mum. “Mum?” No answer. She pushed open the door and put her hand in front of her mum’s face. There was no pulse. She stood at the back of the ambulance and saw her mum wrapped in blankets. She realized that this was her last memory of her mother, a blanket lit up with lights. As the ambulance drove away, she broke down and started to cry.