Diva's point of view I stood frozen in a dim hallway of the hospital, my eyes locked on the relentless red light blinking above the surgical ward, each flash hammering into my chest like a cruel reminder of how close I was to losing her.Tears spilled freely, hot and unrestrained, as I thought of my mother lying helpless inside that room. My strong, beautiful mother, now reduced to a fragile shadow of herself.The weight of unpaid bills trembled in my hands, each one a dagger to my pride. Paper stacked high, spelling out a truth I couldn’t escape: I was powerless. Vulnerable. Helpless.My dream of becoming an actress, once my only escape, my only fire, was turning to ashes before my very eyes. With every passing second, it slipped further from reach, smothered under the crushing burden of survival.My world was collapsing, brick by brick, and I couldn’t stop it.Then—A voice broke through the fog of my despair.“Diva.”I spun around, my heart skipping. The doctor stood there, his fa
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