She took care of that heart. When it shattered into tiny pieces, she took the time out to look for those pieces, bandage them together to make it whole again. When her heart stopped beating, she pumped it back to life, oxygenating it, until the heart only lived on machines. For years, it was like that.


So many years her heart lived on machines and a tear from her relatives. Look at that heart now, it’s blossomed spring, and it’s wild and strong.

 

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