“She wouldn’t want to live like this,” he said. “It’s time to let her go peacefully.”
Those words hit me like a blow.
I couldn’t.
I sat by Anna’s bedside, holding her hand the way I used to when she first joined our family — back when her laughter filled our kitchen, and we’d spend evenings tapping out Morse code on the table just for fun.
That small game we once shared would soon save her life.
The Moment That Changed Everything
The machines beeped steadily as I whispered, “Anna, it’s me, Margaret. I’m here.”
Her hand was cold. I rubbed gentle circles into her knuckles, praying for any sign of life. Then, just as I started to lose hope, I felt something — a twitch.Continue reading…
