There were days that Liraz felt as if the weight of the world was resting on her bony shoulders, but then there were days like today that she felt as if she were capable of doing anything her little heart desired. She could fly, she could run, she could yell and jump and rejoice. Today was a day that her sickness didn't flare up and she could move with ease and walk without worry that she would be crippled by a sudden cough or a burning in her joints.
Of course, Liraz realized that she couldn't run or yell or jump. Liraz knew that her illness was always there, sometimes it was like a snake that patiently waited under a bed of leaves before it found the perfect time to strike. Despite feeling as if she could conquer the world, Liraz still treated her body as she always did. There would be no use in running around gleefully today if it meant she would be holed up under the watchful gaze of her mother tomorrow.
Like she did each morning, Liraz escaped her worried mother and siblings and found herself a nice little spot to rest. The sun was warm, the sky was blue, and Liraz was happy.
