Her picture was posted on a social medium platform. She wore a purple dress, hands by her side with a nice smile. Everyone took turns to send in their felicitous remarks. She later thanked everybody for their soul-lifting comments.

Evelyn is a shadow of herself. She decided to go purdah. She couldn’t stand being the cynosure of prying eyes anymore. She looked pale and frail. She was recuperating but had a sudden relapse which set her worry strings in motion. As time progressed, the ailment took deeper inroads into her and incapacitated her. Her strength gradually ebbed away as the curtains drew closer. She closed her eyes for eternal rest with one last smile.

Diagnosed with breast cancer, Evelyn knew she was in for a battle for her life. She had lost her mother some years ago to its malevolent hands. She never thought her residence would be its next port of call.

“When my father knew I have been diagnosed with cancer he cried for days, he refused to be consoled.”

“Why? It’s not a death sentence. Some people have been able to pull through.”

“Oh! You won’t understand.”

“Please make me. I’m all ears,” her friend implored.

“Ok. I lost my mother some years ago to cancer – precisely breast cancer. My father was distraught that the same monster has come for his daughter.”

“Oh! Dear.”

“I can indeed relate with his pains. I can understand his fears.”

“Oh! Evelyn.”

“Although I’m doing all I can to be positive, I can see a door in front of me opening gradually.”

Her passing away was another moment of grief for her family who had recently been bereaved of their father.

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    1 year ago

    A very sad story, Thompson, but written with skill and compassion. Evelyn’s family has suffered tremendous losses, and we readers can feel the pain. Good writing.

    Lotchie Carmelo
    Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
    1 year ago

    I feel the emotional pain of what happened to Evelyn’s family. You skillfully draw the intense emotion in your story, Thompson. Thumbs up.

    Lotchie Carmelo
    Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
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    1 year ago

    You’re welcome, Thompson.

    Christer Norrlof
    Christer Norrlof(@christer-norrlof)
    1 year ago

    A sad and well-described predicament, Thompson. I can feel the fear of Melissa and the difficulty for her friend, trying to give her advice or cheer her up. Many of us have been there, not finding thoughts or words for a friend who are in deep despair.

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