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A Story About Life!

 


Emma is in the third stage of Cancer. She has cancer cells in her throat. Naturally, the hospital is a new home for now. Pain is no longer felt painful to her. She always thought that time moves fast but in reality time has stopped being passed recently! She can thoroughly feel every moment of a day now. The meaning of everything has changed for her. She gets flowers every day from her family and close ones. But now Emma feels that her life has become just like those flowers! It has colors, fragrance, attraction but not have longevity. She doesn't know what to be like a normal 28 years old girl, because this year she got a date for chemo on her birthday.

On 23rd December, the day of her birthday just before her chemotherapy she heard a new patient is coming next to her. Emma has no longer interested in these. Later at night when she comes back into her bed after the entire process, she saw a girl around 8 or 9 years old is eating her dinner. She smiled! Emma just shocked! A thought suddenly came to her mind that why is she becoming the witness of this hard truth of life!

A girl with 8 or 9 years old on the Christmas eve is spending moments here; what else can be more pathetic than that! She is just thinking, does that girl know about desires of life! And it will destroy every wish if she continues to stay here as a prisoner? The girl is eating pudding with the smile. Her name is Luna. Luna has blood cancer, and she is the only child of her parent!

Luna and Emma easily become friends because both have same kind of isolation but their loneliness is different. Time is still moving slow but it doesn't give her trouble any more! Emma thought that she has a bit hope at her age but when she sees Luna she felt 28 years she has learnt how to dream what is puberty, experiences and what else can she ask to God? She lived the life more than Luna. From Luna, she is learning how to live every day. Maybe she couldn't properly understand the essence of her life, but she is just enjoying. Emma loves that! Luna loves flowers, and she also gets flowers every day. She used to tell the nurse to decorate her corner. By observing Luna, Emma started to realize, flowers have colors, fragrance, attraction but it gives a new hope for tomorrow too! Now she doesn't find longevity in it rather feel the beauty of petals and living with the shades of life.


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