And Sara Quiles's first wish was so simple it made their hearts ache—she just wanted to eat dumplings handmade by her mom.
After such a long period of chemotherapy, Sara's appetite had been terrible. She couldn't keep food down and vomited often; her frail, sick body was deteriorating day by day. Watching Sara grow more and more gaunt, Valentine Teller felt as if her heart were breaking.
"Mm, let's go buy some pork and cabbage right now."
Daisy Palmer's eyes had never really been dry. She had no idea how much longer her daughter could hold on. That frighteningly pale little face had lost all vitality, as if she might leave them at any moment.
She was terrified—terrified that one morning her daughter would never open those beautiful big eyes again to look at this world. She was just over twenty, didn't even have a boyfriend yet; her life was still so long, there was so much she was supposed to experience. She couldn't just go like this.
