When Isabel’s parents were informed about her condition, Jennifer broke down and Simon fiercely held back tears. He had later wept silently behind locked doors, vowing not to shed a single tear in front of his wife and child.
A donor needed to be found and unfortunately both parents hadn’t been a match. Simon and Jennifer prayed for a miracle. Weeks turned into months and Isabel got weaker and weaker.
Today was her sixth birthday and Isabel begged to go to the beach. Permission was granted under strict conditions.
As azure waters tickled her toes, Isabel squealed with delight. Finally, the sun kissed the sea and the sky was awash with hues of orange and pink. Jennifer was bitterly certain that this was their family’s last sunset at the beach. Her mind drifted to words of desperate comfort by loved ones. Some spoke of the circle of life, others, endless hope.
Isabel tucked safely in her arms on the drive back, Simon’s cell phone rang.
Years later Jennifer told Isabel how she’d seen her father cry for the first time since her diagnosis. That one phone call by the doctor, joyously informing him that a donor had been found.
Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner