At thirty seven,
Carol was diagnosed cancer positive. Once again, cancer. Didn't you think cancer was such an intruder of a happy life? You called me sobbing when you told me that. And really, I was worried, too. Carol was like a sister to me, she was a very nice woman who took care of the love of my life for the past ten years. And I can't stand to see you sad again for the second time, Dear.
YOU ARE READING
The Hourglass.
Short StoryAt five, I met you for the first time. At eight, I fell in love with you. At twenty six, I watched you marry the girl you love the most in life. At twenty eight, you got your first child born into the world with such a happiness I could never give y...
