I capture her picture as she smiles at the sunset. The wind is strong this high up as we both stand at the roof of the hospital, her oxygen tank right next to her. She is still smiling as I lower my phone.
"Aren't you afraid of what's going to happen tomorrow?" the words leave my mouth before I can stop them."

"I am, but there is something about the sunset that makes me want to smile," she answers.

"You know, I read somewhere that if  you can look at the sunset and smile,there is still hope,"I say

"Of course, there is always hope.What do you think gives me the courage to wake up every morning," she replies, the smile still playing on her lips.