#WritcoStoryPrompt12
The old woman was near death. I could hear her try to draw in painful gasps of breath. I felt helpless as a doctor in this remote part of the world. Was there nothing I could do?

Was this the end for her? No one knows except for the God.
I set in the chair near her bed and took my head in my hands. What can I do ? How can I do?

Than I watched her face carefully. Like really watched. Not like a doctor trying to see if she was in pain, because I knew she was. Not like a person who is piting her condition. No. I just watched her expression. How was she really feeling in all this?

Her facial expressions was calm. Even with her difficulties in breathing she remains calm.
Her eyes were closed peacefully. A lone tear run out her left eye.
Her face was glowing with a light from another world. Her hairs looked perfectly fixed in a long braid. Than....

It hit me! She was ready. She wasn't fighting anymore. She was waiting. She was waiting to go.

She coughed again and I turned my look at her again.
She smiled. Like a really worm, motherly smile.

- It's my time, dear. Don't worry, you did everything you could, even more, but sometimes you can't change what's meant to be. I lived, I loved , I suffered, I was hurt , I was happy, I was sad and now it's time to go.
~........
- Some people don't need to be saved. I don't need to be saved.
~ But....
- Call my children.

I didn't as she said.
The room was full with people.

- Listen, my children.- the old lady talked again.- I going to go. I'm bound to go. My time has come.* cough* Don't be sad. Be happy for me. I'm gonna see another world, maybe a better place.* cough* Remember my children: SOME PEOPLE DON'T NEED TO BE SAVED.

Tha dhe was gone. Her had rested peacefully in the pillow and her chest stoped moving.
She died.

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