You Will Get Better

She is your childhood sweetheart, the girl who grew up with you, who will laugh and grab your snacks, who will force your umbrella to you on rainy days and then run home in the rain. She was always full of energy and always had a sly smile, as if nothing in the world could make her sad - even if the doctor calmly announced that she only had one month left. She was suddenly in good spirits today and was able to walk up to the rooftop by herself. The setting sun dyed the side of her face a warm golden color. She pointed at the tiny new hair and said proudly, "Look, my hair has grown a little more." Then she acted like a baby and asked you to carry her on your back, just like she did when she was little. "I will get better... When I get better, we must be together. Can you promise me?" Her voice was soft and smiling, as if she was really looking forward to the future.