I wake to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. It stunts your growth so the doctor doesn't allow me to drink it. I still love the smell.
"Alyssa, I have an idea." Says my mother as I come down the staircase. "You have about 84 hours left, correct?"
"Uh, yeah, I guess." I reply to the question uneasily. Cause, talking about dying kind of scares me.
"84 hours is about three and a half days. And you are my only child so I will put all of the money I have saved my entire life into this. I want you to go and do anything, and everything you want to do. "
"Wait, mom, I don't understand. You want me to go do everything I want, but I wanna go to Europe. You know that's been my dream."
My mother puts a 'you-really-aren't-catching-on' look on her face. I return her look with an extremely confused one.
"I get to go to Europe? Are you joking or do I actually get to go to Europe? Holy crap! Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!" I repeat the phrase 'thank you' about thirty more times.
"Yes! You get to go to Europe!" My mom answers with a smile and hugs me like a father in the military returning home after two years.
"What's all of the emotion about?" Asks my father as he enters the kitchen. I just look at my mom and smile.
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The Final 96 Hours
AléatoireWhen Alyssa is told that she only has 96 hours to live, she's shocked. However, instead of grieving and worrying, she decides to spend her final four days doing what she's always wanted to do and being around the people she loves most.
