Astrid paced anxiously around the hospital room, her heart racing with anticipation.
She couldn't shake off the feeling of dread that had been building up inside her. The wait for the doctor's results seemed interminable.
As she walked, her mind wandered to her mother's fragile condition. She had prayed tirelessly, begging God to grant her mother a speedy recovery.
The thought of embracing her mother, holding her close, and feeling her warmth brought tears to Astrid's eyes.
But reality struck hard. This year had been merciless, and her father's words echoed in her mind.
"This year is not your year." his last word before leaving her to her fate. Leaving the same wife he had just claimed he loved to the doctor.
Astrid's lips trembled as she struggled to contain her emotions. She needed comfort, someone to assure her that everything would be okay. But she was alone.
