My Final Gift Was My Life
Language: en
My soul floated, light as a dandelion seed, looking down at the girl collapsed on the cold, linoleum floor. Mom, I’m sorry. I really wasn't lying this time. I just couldn't hold on anymore. Despite knowing I suffered from severe chronic anemia, my mother had insisted I participate in the university’s campus-wide blood drive. She didn't want the "optics" of her own daughter sitting out while she, the Dean of Students, presided over the event. She called it "leading by example." At the 100-milliliter mark, the world began to tilt. My vision went grainy, like an old television losing its…