The Last 28 Days in My Life: 14 days to the end
The Last 28 Days in My Life:
14 days to the end
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The Last 28 Days in My Life: 14 days to the end

The Last 28 Days in My Life: 14 days to the end

14 days to the end. Perhaps it was because of the birthday celebration I had the day before; it had allusively given me some faint hope that I might be permitted to struggle on a little longer. Bracing myself with mustered courage, I took off to the hill not far from my house in the dark.

Standing at the foot of the hill, I laid my eyes right on the peak and took a deep breath before setting off. The temperature was a little low at this hour, the chilly breeze flowed through the edges of my clothes and brushed against my bones as I walked up. Every step I paced; I could clearly hear myself panting. The arduous hike lasted for nearly an hour before I hit the top.

As I was trying to catch my breath, the dark curtain in the sky had been slowly wound up, allowing the orange velvet grand drape to descend upon the land. I opened my arms wide to embrace the sunrise and greeted the world showered with beginning sunlight.

Miraculously, I had made it through another day. I said my prayers loud to the sky, hoping that I would be blessed with courage to keep fighting on…

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