The Break of Dawn:
"Never forget to show someone that you care... especially when they have cared for you with all their life's worth"
To be forgotten by the one person she would never forget broke her heart...
The doctors had granted her only two months to live and each day from the calender had ripped away faster than she could count. But more than enjoying the last few days in peace or fear she had only waited. Waited for a single phone call from her one and only daughter.
She had written to her diary everday and all her pages were filled with more emotion than her daughter could ever know. This night, her very last, she wished to read through all those ancient pages, that would bring memories of all her 50 years.
She took the trip down memorylane reminiscing times when her daughter was born. Though she'd stepped into a sorrowful widowhood, her daughter had always brought sunshine to the night of her life.
Remembering every aspect of how her daughter had loved her brought tears to her eyes. The child had cried on her shoulder when she was leaving her after marriage. The mother had remained in the house awaiting her loving phonecall every evening.
The girl's call was all that she lived to hear everyday. The moments they talked to each other, the mother cherished. But the girl hadn't called for the past month... The mother understood her that her daughter had things to tend to.
But when she'd called her, her daughter was not available. She hoped to tell her of her critical condition, to hear her voice once again. But now, it was too late. She had only a few moments to live...
She took her dairy and wrote her final words down:
"I love you, sweet Emily. I pray to God that He should bless you.
With love,
Your mom,
Dawn."
Then she wiped the tears from her eyes and picked the phone up in her trembling hands as she looked out the window. The faint rays of a rising Sun began to paint the sky and she knew that it was the break of Dawn.
Unseeing eyes were fixed at the scene outside after Dawn took her last breath. Then the phone in her pulseless hand rang, but there was no one to attend it. The daughter could not tell her mother that she had finally become a grand mother.

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Shards of Life
Short StoryShards of Life. Welcome. You have now stepped into a realm of emotions and feelings that rule situations and happenings. But, Soft! Be careful! There're shards scattered all over the place. They aren't as simple as one would perceive them to be...