A Wife's Cry
“No, Tilly, you don’t understand. With this storm so loud, I have this feeling that my daughter needs me. And I know I am not wrong.”
The woman lays in her bed, her body is weakened by illness, her face pale and drawn. The room is dimly lit, with curtains partially drawn, allowing a cold breeze to blow into the room. The sound of her cough echoes through the silence, breaking the stillness of the room. Each cough is a harsh, rasping sound that wracks her frail form, causing her body to convulse with each spasm. Her breath comes in labored gasps, and her chest heaves with the effort as if every cough is a battle fought within. The sound is accompanied by a deep, hollow echo, as if her lungs a
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