10/3/2018, 08:06 pm
Flowers are too cliche, I never really liked them. To me, they are a source of suffocation.
People water flowers in our lungs and although they're beautiful, we can't deny the fact that we run short of oxygen every once in a while.
But for today, I didn't hate on flowers.
I didn't hate on anything.
Today I laughed and I ran in the hospital's garden.
Today I made the most of what could be my last day.
Macy and Mike were with me. We fooled around together and we played with the kids.
I think you could tell we filled the place with life. Mom stood on the side taking pictures and laughing at our jokes and every once in a while she'd come and ask if I want to rest.
At 5 pm I had to go back to my room for some checkups but for once I felt so alive.
For once I smiled and thanked the doctor when she was done with her work.
For once I loved life for all of it's downfalls and highways.
I am alive.
At least I think I was for a couple of hours today.
YOU ARE READING
One Last Miracle
Short StoryDying. That's how she is. Dying. -- Miracles happen and one of them is the desire to write her thoughts in a worn out copybook. So she does and she hopes when she's gone, anyone would find it. That's the only way to ensure she won't be forgotten.
