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One September day, when the leaves on maple trees were slowly turning yellow, Michelle bought a bouquet of fresh flowers for Timothy to keep in his small hospital room. She stepped into his room softly, for she didn't want to disturb his rest. She walked to the vase at his bed table and changed his wilted flowers with the newly bought bunch. She looked to Timothy and noticed he was taking a regular afternoon nap. She walked away from his bed and went towards the window, and sat upon the windowsill to look at the scenery of the early September afternoon. After who knows how long, she hear Timothy stir and saw him as he tried to sit up. He looked wondrously at the wall across from his bed. Michelle noticed his dreamlike manner, and his face altered from a no-expression face to a grin that was finally present on his face. Michelle smiled when she saw Timothy smiling for the first time in days. She walked over to him and sat upon his bed, Timothy sensed her movement but did not change his gaze from the opposite wall. He kept on smiling and say a quiet, "Hi Michelle!"
"Hi Timothy, what are you looking at?" Michelle inquired.
"I see bright light there," pointing at the empty white wall, Michelle saw tears roll from Timothy's eyes. And she felt her own sting her eyes and roll down her face. She opened her mouth to speak, but choked with her effort.
She tried to speak with a steady voice, "What kind of light? Can I see it?"
"A bright light, that's all I can say, wow, it's beautiful. It's waiting for me!" Timothy spoke.
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One September day, when the leaves on maple trees were slowly turning yellow, Michelle bought a bouquet of fresh flowers for Timothy to keep in his small hospital room. She stepped into his room softly, for she didn't want to disturb his rest. She walked to the vase at his bed table and changed his wilted flowers with the newly bought bunch. She looked to Timothy and noticed he was taking a regular afternoon nap. She walked away from his bed and went towards the window, and sat upon the windowsill to look at the scenery of the early September afternoon. After who knows how long, she hear Timothy stir and saw him as he tried to sit up. He looked wondrously at the wall across from his bed. Michelle noticed his dreamlike manner, and his face altered from a no-expression face to a grin that was finally present on his face. Michelle smiled when she saw Timothy smiling for the first time in days. She walked over to him and sat upon his bed, Timothy sensed her movement but did not change his gaze from the opposite wall. He kept on smiling and say a quiet, "Hi Michelle!"
"Hi Timothy, what are you looking at?" Michelle inquired.
"I see bright light there," pointing at the empty white wall, Michelle saw tears roll from Timothy's eyes. And she felt her own sting her eyes and roll down her face. She opened her mouth to speak, but choked with her effort.
She tried to speak with a steady voice, "What kind of light? Can I see it?"
"A bright light, that's all I can say, wow, it's beautiful. It's waiting for me!" Timothy spoke.
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