Was it her fault? Did the universe despise her curly locks or the way she handled her
dolls? Perhaps it was merely bad luck or the fact that her mother did not believe in God.
Nonetheless, the child, in the winter of her ninth year, was diagnosed with stage IV leukemia.
For weeks, the girl refused to consume the grilled cheese sandwiches her mother prepared or to
role play with her porcelain dolls. The lights dimmed in her eyes. Now all her hopes of
becoming a lawyer and having two children of her own had been snatched from her. Death
stared her square in the face, for she had only three more months on earth according to her
supposedly “optimistic” doctor. She needed a miracle.

Erin Louie ’19