YOU ARE MY PRIDE
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"Death is just another part of life."
Death comes in many different forms. The actual death isn't painful. Once you are dead, you cease to feel anything. But, the reason dying is painful is your thought of having to leave behind your loved ones and all the unmarked entries on your bucket list.
This short story takes you on a journey of a mother who only just lost her precious daughter to the pandemic. How does her daughter help her heal?
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This is dedicated to all the people who lost their lives in their battle against novel corona virus SARS-COV-2 (COVID-19). May all the departed souls rest in peace.Their family and friends find the strength to move on. Thank you to all the doctors, policemen, social workers and everyone playing their respective roles in the combined effort to control this pandemic.
Most of all thank you for staying home!
Stay home. Stay Safe.
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