Her old wrinkled hands and her white hair could not hide her radiant spirit glowing with determination.
Just ten months ago doctors had given up on her but she never gave up on herself. In fact, the very fear of death had given birth to a love for life inside her.
Today, she was living her dream – being in Paris, standing at the top of Eiffel Tower. She was happy and content, even if this was the last thing her dying eyes were to see.
By Ana S. Thomas
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