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It was just another ominous morning, as the sun hanged there, in the cloudy skies, while the water drops of rains did something else, but willing to fall on people soonest.

It was a confused morning, Miriam thought. Her satin bonnet was full, the braids inside her hair held properly and almost too tight. She sighed as she held her wailing teenage daughter or gaunt husband dashed out of the bedroom.

She was making breakfast, fried eggs and green pepper. The kitchen smelled so green; green and great, Lucy, her 6-year old daughter would say.

It was just Taylor and she had a really messy hair and a skin rash. She grabbed an apple from the fridge, without saying a word to her parent.

Miriam's heart almost tore into Titanic's halves, until her husband joined her in the kitchen. He was leaping, looking dead, with a shade of pale pigment on his then smooth skin. He tried to kiss her but she fought it back gently.

"What's wrong, Princess?" Carlos asked, his emotion befuddled and betrayed.
"Please, don't call me that now. Just get ready already, so this day can simply go faster!" Miriam yelled, her rage taking no prisoners.

"Okay then. But can I've breakfast first? It smells so nice," Carlos commented, but Miriam looked out of the window, watching her next-door neighbour, Mrs Pebbles and her three sons briskly walk to School. Everything seemed so perfect and clear.

Carlos hastily ate his breakfast and wobbled out of the kitchen, as Miriam watched him do so. She was willing to watch everything fade away so easily and quickly.

She was now a stay-at-home Mother, Taylor hated her for something she would never really understand, Lucy was slowly becoming a big-mouth, telling everyone at her School that her Mother was jobless and happy. While, Carlos was just Carlos.

Carlos used to be the bee figure of their family. He was always working extra time, doing his best with work and now, he was diagnosed with Cancer and everyone knew there was not even a chance he would make it.

Somehow, it was the intervention Miriam desired. But it had to be the one with the usual frantic Chemotherapy treatment.