• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 09
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My Comfort

The ocean breeze blows the sand into my eyes blinding me, but I don’t care. The sand beneath my bare feet soothes me as I lift my head and let the sun beam down onto my face. I listen to the seagulls sing and watch as they flap their wings searching for prey. The waves ripple onto shore, and then go back out to sea. Children splash their feet and hands in the water while their parents watch on from their beach chairs. This brings me joy. I’m at my calmest here and I don’t want to leave. I haven’t much time left, only three months before the cancer eats away at my body. When summer ends, my life will end too.

My only comfort is knowing I will return to the sea shortly after my death.