Precious Life

Once there was a young little girl. She was born healthy and what a very happy child! She was the apple of everyone's eyes. She was very talented. She composed songs at age of two and she loved to sing her conversations to the delight of those around her. She loved to draw. She loved to watch Dora the Explorer. She knew the schedule of the show in cable television.
She adored Elvis Presley. More than that, she sang old songs ,too. She danced with glee.
Anyway, the world collapsed one time. Suddenly, she could not raise her left hand. She could not walk her left foot. She was frustrated because she could not draw anymore. She could not dance. She could not recall words she used to know. She had to undergo radiotherapy everyday. She had to endure everyday general anesthesia. It was painful to see her. I knew it was more painful to be her.
It was found that she had a very rare brain tumor. Her mother wasted no time. She had no money. She went to beg people for help. She forced herself to work because they could not find source for expenses. She needs so much money. She hoped even if she knew that the treatment would only be palliative.
Three months after diagnosis, the girl died. She was a strong girl who had a big battle. She was a courageous child.