I thought my husband would be the first to go. I did not plan for the reverse to happen. As i looked at myself on the mirror, my reflection seemed to fade in the darkness of that evening, as if reminding me that I will soon go. My head still has black hair - i thought i would be bald with the illness. I am not as thin as i expected. Surprisingly, i could still get up, walk around, and even go to the public washroom by myself. The only thing that reminded me of my illness is my colour for i am as pale as a dead person. I am as pale as the chinese ghosts in the movies that i usually watch with my husband. And, i am not staying at home.
In a private room of a hospital that evening, my husband entered and greeted me. "Hello, Ay." He brought my favourite foods. I told him he must go to work and not watch over me. But, he insisted on staying. This is his work, he said. His gift to me on my last days is the gift of time.
I grabbed my pen at once. I told him i do not have much time either. I have to leave him and our four kids the legacy of my life. There, in my notebook, will narrate my experiences with the God that loves and cares. This is the greatest gift i could leave them. I sat and started writing.
The smell of spring tickled my nose...then, i woke up. It is a new day. God gave me another gift of opportunity to do His will in my life for these will fill the pages and create the chapters i will leave to my family.
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