I lie trapped within a body which neither lets me die nor live.
Bedridden and immobile, I beseech my children to poison me.
He gives me love. A better gift.
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Bedridden and immobile, I beseech my children to poison me.
“Let death be the perfect gift for my 70th birthday.”
My grandson trots over, climbs the bed and plants a kiss on my wilted cheek.
My grandson trots over, climbs the bed and plants a kiss on my wilted cheek.
He gives me love. A better gift.
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