Once upon a dark night, a prodigy’s brain was lying a maimed mess on the battlefield of advanced calculus. ‘What happened?’ ‘What happened?’ That was the only chanting heard from her locked door. Her only wish was, ‘Leave me alone.’
When the clock struck midnight, she counted the hours until the haunting deadline and the moon chuckled at her plight. “Stop laughing.”
“Don’t be too proud for a helping hand. I also illuminate darkness with borrowed light,” the moon advised.
So up she went and knocked on her mother’s door with inky fingers. “I need you,” she cried.