A Short Story

19 Aug

A Short Story From A Short Life

The young child looks tiny lying on her bed

in the hospital where the doctors can not save her.

Are you worried about dying?” asks the kind lady

who gently holds her hand.

I am only worried for my little brother.” she replies quietly

Why? Because he will miss you?”

The girl leans in closely to whisper her secret.

“When my brother forgets to brush his teeth

  I wet his toothbrush so that Momma

won’t notice and scold him. Who will

wet his brush when I am gone ?”

Pulling the precious one nearer, the woman

whispers in turn. “An angel will, dear child, an angel will.”


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