THE LAST MESSAGE

The Last Message 💔

Every evening, Muthoni sat by the window, staring at the road. 🌧️ She always hoped she would see her mother walking through the gate, carrying the little blue bag she loved so much.

But her mother had been gone for three years. 🥀

“Maybe today,” Muthoni whispered.

She knew it was impossible, but hope was the only thing keeping her heart alive.

Her mother had left one rainy morning to look for work in the city. Before leaving, she hugged Muthoni tightly and whispered, “I promise I’ll come back.” 🤗

Muthoni believed her with so much hope.

Days became weeks. Weeks became months. 📆

No phone call. No letter. Nothing.

Still, every night, Muthoni checked her old phone. She kept her mother's number saved as “Mum ❤️.”

Then, one evening, the phone vibrated.

Muthoni's heart jumped. 😭

A message had arrived.

“My daughter, I'm sorry.”

Her hands began shaking.

She read the message again and again.

“I wanted to come home, but things didn't go as planned. Please don't hate me. You were always the best thing that ever happened to me.” 💔

Tears rolled down Muthoni's cheeks and her mouth became dry.

Then another message came.

“If you receive this, I may no longer be alive.”

“No… no, no!” Muthoni cried. 😭

She immediately called the number.

It was switched off.

She called again.

Nothing.

That night, Muthoni sat on the floor, holding the phone against her chest. 🌙

For the first time in three years, she stopped waiting by the window.

Her mother wasn't coming home.

Years later, Muthoni still kept that old phone.

And whenever someone asked why she never deleted the messages, she would smile through her tears and say:

“Because those were the last words my mother ever gave me.” 🥀💔