I watched the stars scattered throughout the night sky through the window. The curtain was left open. The nurse on duty must have forgotten. I wondered if I should call out to her and ask her to draw it for me but decided against it in the end.


    My body felt extremely weak. Even lifting a single finger required me to exert all my effort.


    My end was nigh. I knew it.


    But I felt nothing about it. No. Rather, I felt glad about it.


    I had enough of living a life that was only waiting excruciatingly for death. I had enough of seeing my parents’ guilt-ridden eyes, which silently accused me of being a burden. I had enough of those pitying gazes that everyone around me seemed to think was their duty to send towards me.


    Death, to me, was a sweet escape.Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation.


    With each passing moment, I could feel my strength slowly draining away from me. My eyelids felt heavy. Giving the starry sky one final look, I decided to close my eyes.


    I sighed. I wanted to taste all the delicacies in the world. Now, it could only remain a dream.


    Due to my frail body, I lived most of my life on Life Support. I was barred from eating many kinds of food. “It is not good for your body,” they said. I knew they were speaking the truth. But that didn’t stop me from developing a strong yearning for good food. The stuff that I was allowed to eat was barely palatable.


    I tried to sigh again. But I couldn’t. My breath got caught in my throat. Breathing was starting to become difficult for me.


    If there is a next life, I prayed. Please let me have a constitution strong enough to eat anything.


    My consciousness became heavy. It started to drift away towards oblivion…


    Ding!


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