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The Gift

A cold December day, Jennifer is home in her bed. Gravely ill, suffering from cancer, surrounded by her family, fading in and out of consciousness. For the first time in months, she could embrace Cindy, her three-year old granddaughter. When Jennifer was in the hospital, Cindy had been extremely fearful of all the machines next to her Grandmother. Cindy gently ascended onto her bed, and they shared one precious moment together, before she fell back into unconsciousness. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, and her hands fervently reached upwards towards the corner of the room. With a faint whisper, she said, " My mother is here, she looks so radiant." The family thought she was hallucinating. However. Marie, Jennifer's ten-year-old granddaughter said, "Grandma where is she? I can't see her." She said, " you won't be able to see her, she is here for me, not you." Jennifer glanced over to her night stand, and asked Michael, her husband, to get her diary. With her hands tightly clutched around her diary, she said," this is my Christmas gift to my mother." Jennifer then closed her eyes and passed on. It was Christmas Eve.

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