She was happy. Her family members loved her. Though she never went to school, she had an amazing talent. She was an awesome chef and love and happiness reflected in her dishes, the only thing she knew how to do.
Until one day, when she fell ill. Her body temperature rose high, like a kite flying in the sky. They did not get the food for days. They were angry, they became hot like a burning pot. She got sad, thought everyone loved her. But to her dismay, everyone had loved what she provided them with.
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Here she was, lying useless in the bed, she tried to join her thoughts like a puzzle, the pieces from the past lying here and there.
But, in the end, she smiled once again, as it cleared the air.
