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Submitted to Contest #44
The hospital bed was warm and cozy; Adele's hand was so cold_her skin pale like powder. She was dying, diagnosed with leukaemia. Her mum was sitting right next to her, holding her hand so tight she wouldn't let go. Avril's eyes were full, but she held her tears like a fortress: she has to be strong for her daughter_only happy faces are allowed. ''Mum, I'm sorry for all those times I made you angry, writing on the wall with my crayon. I am sorry for making you shout at the top of your voice every time I tried to plug in the TV to the ele...
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