La Petite Princesse

Mary received her cancer diagnosis in the spring. She said she’d never forget, because the drug store she worked at had the “April is Cancer Awareness Month” daffodil poster. My kindest, sweetest cousin by far. Her world ended one afternoon when it was raining outside.
     “What is the weather like, Pauline?” she asked. Then she decided that this was the day she would die. It all made sense because, really, she was not of this earth. If de Saint-Exupéry had picked a girl, it would have been her—crash landing on a planet and staying for fewer than nineteen years.

Inspired by The State of the World. Image from Picture Box Blue.