Clutching Onto Hope Alyssa Griesman
I paused and took a deep breath, trying to free myself of the stress that lurked in every heartbeat. I had to be strong for my little girl, concealing the storm within. I inched the door open and peered into the room: she was lying down on her back, sleeping soundly. Tiptoeing into the room, I gently closed the door behind me, picked up a chair from the back corner, and delicately placed it beside her. As I pulled up her bed sheets, tucking her in further, I held her left hand so it interlocked with mine. Despite my best efforts, I couldn’t help but feel anxious. I tried my best to clutch onto hope, but the voice reemerged in the back of my mind, warning me that there may not be much time left…
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