A young girl fighting a rare form of cancer. A mother who refuses to give up. The promise of a possible cure.Christine can't remember a time when she wasn't sick, and she wants nothing more than to be normal like her friends. Her mother refuses to give up and does her best to keep her daughter's spirit up, including singing the old song You Are My Sunshine. Christine admits that it is her sunshine that keeps her going and lets her know that she has survived the night.Out of options, when Karen is approached about an experimental treatment, she jumps at the chance, despite the risks. Even a few moments in the sunlight make the darkness bearable when it finally sets. I am an author, a teller of stories both long and short, real & imagined. So for the sake of my own amusement, here's a bit of information about me, written in the form of a short story. Whatever information you can gleam from these words is what you are worthy of knowing about it's writer.Hazel eyes stared up at a cloudless sky before falling to take in the house a few feet away. To some, it would be judged by its flaws ; it's fading paint and scuffed floors. But to her it was perfect. It was hers. And it was home. To one side, a wild forest whispered sweet nothings in the breeze, which was answered by some distant bird's call. "Life is good." She said softly to no one. "And today is a good day."The sudden squawking of wild fowl pulled her attention to the young white german shepherd that rarely strayed far from her side."God damn it, Sutter Cain! Quit chasing those turkeys!""I looked heavenward for angels, while beautiful demons showed me the way." - Shannon Nacyl
