Are you alright

They called me Pinky, instead of my name Phoebe. I was a fragile little girl in an immature body. I was perhaps four years old. One day I became so ill, that I started to hallucinate. My care-giver couldn’t figure it out that my fever was way too high for the sake of it. I stated to sing this favorite Sunday school song. Goodbye, goodbye to you, goodby to you, until another sabbath, I say goodbye to you. After that crumbling episode imagine how scared I was to her. My grandmother stepped in and asked me a simple question, are you leaving, are you dying and a simple word must have brought me back to life.

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