Don’t cry, Mary,” Eden croaked. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
My lip quivered as I softly replied, “You’re dying. How could I not cry?”
I didn’t hear Lucas walk up behind me, but he put his hand on my shoulder for comfort. I sniffed back tears as I looked at my aunt lying helplessly in the hospital bed. I took in a sharp breath as Eden’s glassy eyes searched mine.
“I love you,” Eden said weakly, coughing into her shaking hand.
“I love you, too,” I whispered. “But this isn’t goodbye. Don’t say goodbye,” I pleaded.

Auteur: Barbara C. Doyle

Don’t cry, Mary,” Eden croaked. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.” <br />My lip quivered as I softly replied, “You’re dying. How could I not cry?”<br />I didn’t hear Lucas walk up behind me, but he put his hand on my shoulder for comfort. I sniffed back tears as I looked at my aunt lying helplessly in the hospital bed. I took in a sharp breath as Eden’s glassy eyes searched mine.<br />“I love you,” Eden said weakly, coughing into her shaking hand. <br />“I love you, too,” I whispered. “But this isn’t goodbye. Don’t say goodbye,” I pleaded. - Barbara C. Doyle


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