She took in the hues of yellow and gold. She held her outstretched palms heavenward and felt the warm rays on her pale skin. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.
This was Liana’s very first sunrise.
She shielded her eyes and gazed at the gracefully parting clouds, as they made way for the emerging sunlight.
Liana clenched the arms of her wheelchair as fiercely as her frail hands were able.
This just might be her very last sunrise.
Bitterly she berated herself for wasting her life. How arrogantly she’d let her stubborn ways alienate family and friends. She’d ignored the little things in life and hadn’t even bothered to ever take in the beauty of a sunrise. Then, overnight it all changed and here she was, alone and helpless.
She’d not told anyone about the cancer. How could she have asked for support after her supercilious and indifferent attitude?
A week later the doctor told her she was in remission.
A grateful Liana spent the rest of her days making tearful phone calls and watching sunrises.