I could still remember the times you held me in your arms, fed me, and took care of me until your body couldn't handle anything anymore.
I could still remember how our frightened faces looked when you were brought to the hospital. It was a long and arduous battle. Something only a strong woman like you could handle. The doctors said you were fighting. That you had a chance. That you wanted to live. But no matter how much we wish for something to come true, sometimes, it isn't just meant to happen.
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