Beep. Beep. All I heard was the voice of her monitor. She lay their legs unable to walk, brain unworking.
Beep. I remember her push along bike with pink and blue handles. How she rode on that bike once she got pedals and no stabilisers. Her dream was as high as a Redwood and everyday she would climb one branch towards her goal.
Beep. My daughter a cyclist who was never afraid of a challenge. In a coma, heart rate dropping life sleeping through her lips.
Beep. Beep. Beep. My gem will survive.
Each week we are taking part in 'The 100 Word Challenge' to be creative and expressive with our writing.