Dying: A Short Story
Most people are afraid to die. But not me. Dying is the only thing I look forward to being able to do. The only thing that scares me is leaving my children with no Mother, my grandchildren with no Grandma and my husband without me. I daze into the light as I lay in my bed waiting for the hourly check up, that's all the carers seem to be coming into my room for nowadays. A loud smack on my door frightens me and I move my eyes to see if it was who I thought it was, and I was right it was my beautiful granddaughter. Although she wasn't her bright and bubbly self, her face was flushed and tear stained. She weakly showed me her pearly whites and came to give me a wet sloppy kiss. Not far behind her, my daughter followed. It breaks my heart, i hate