I felt my strength decreasing. My hand trembled as I reached up to my daughter. She was so beautiful, so young. "Goodbye." I said, consigning myself to my fate.
"Oh, mama, you won't die, you'll get better, just like all the other times."
I began to cough violently. I had lung cancer, the result from my years and years of smoking. I would be glad to die. I was tired ... so tired. My time had come. I felt it in my bones. "I love you." I told my daughter one last time. And I was gone, never again to return to the shores of the living.
Goodbye...I love you.
"Oh, mama, you won't die, you'll get better, just like all the other times."
I began to cough violently. I had lung cancer, the result from my years and years of smoking. I would be glad to die. I was tired ... so tired. My time had come. I felt it in my bones. "I love you." I told my daughter one last time. And I was gone, never again to return to the shores of the living.
Goodbye...I love you.
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