“So much work, for that one moment…” I remember hearing her voice, so strong, yet calming and concerned for my current condition, entering the room. “How is she? Has she awakened since surgery?” As I felt my shaky and tired eyelids attempt to open, my mother informed her I had not woke. I felt her at my bedside, her warm hand on my seemingly numb arm. She appeared fuzzy, but I could see this beautiful look on her face. She was looking at me, like I had never seen someone look at me before. “Kayla, I wanted to give you something wonderful, just like you have given me. There wasn’t enough time to prepare for this moment, so I chose the one thing that means so much to me.” She lifted her hand to a level in which I could see the opened jewelry
