Her fingers trembled as they wrapped around the pen. She couldn’t believe, it had been three years. Actually she did, she had counted every day. It took a great effort to hold the pen steadily. The paper was ready on the table. It had been there for a long time.
Ink flowed onto the paper as she started to write. She heard the nib graze the paper, but she couldn’t go on for long. The accident from three years ago had taken out the strength from her fingers. Nevertheless she was smiling.
Elated she read out aloud, “Today I write”
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