Birthday
"Happy birthday!" My daughter says to me.
Thank you, Angie, now go light the candles." I respond.
Seeing my family happy made it even harder to confess the news.
"I've been told I am supposed to die today." I say in distress.
"Well, blow out your candles. At least we can spend your birthday together." My son, Michael, said to me.
I watch as the flame flickered and then it went out, then I say my goodbyes.
"I love you." I say
"We love you, too." My husband says, then my heartbeat stops.