I tip-toed inside, holding her birthday gift and looked for her in the tiny room. She was leaning against the window, curiously tracing some passerby on the road far below. Quite painfully, I handed her the small packet but she cried in joy, just how an eight year old would do. When I saw her trying the wig excitedly in front of the small bathroom mirror, it made my heart thump. My child jumped around like a happy kitten and then breathless, bumped into her bed. I couldn't utter a word and quickly rushed out of the Juvenile Cancer Ward.
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