WAITING FOR A MIRACLE

It has been two years and Ann's health situation isn't getting any better. Her condition rather becomes more of worse than better.

"... This means you've barely got five years to live..." That was what the doctor said to her after undergoing a diagnosis on her two years ago, and it's the only thing she keeps thinking about whenever a new day approaches. Now, it's been two years and she keeps counting. She wishes every single day would be delayed so just the five years never come to pass.

But what could be more tormenting than you counting your numbered days with every day that passes? That alone is sickness enough to kill a person, right?

"Lord, here I am. How sure am I you are even listening to me? I don't know what else you want me to do just to let you know am seriously in need of your intervention!" This she keeps asking within herself.