The Enlightenment
She glanced at the lush green grass outside and reminisced the last time she had walked barefoot on it. The rustle of the grass, yielding of sand and the touch of soft wet soil. This was an unusual moment for she could see all her life flash before her eyes, in spite of her frenzied attempts to fight the memories back. Countless thoughts swarmed as she recounted her childhood, her teens, the days with her friends and family, the incessant laughter, the long talks, the career highs. Not that her life only had sunny days, she indeed had seen many ups and downs, and many dark nights, but none of them were comparable to the darkness she now felt around her. She was lying down curled up on a hospital bed in a cramped room. The emptiness of the room managed to match the emptiness she was feeling inside. She lifted her head and glanced at the pallid roof and whispered, her voice breaking, ”Why me? Why it had to be me?”, trying invain to elicit an answer from the one sitting above, one who