“I-I'm scared of dying...” Ms. Young's voice cracked upon her confession, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.The seventy-year-old matriarch of the Young Family from the real-estate business had once again visited our hotel to avail my service. It's not a secret that I'm quite a star among widowed, old maiden, and all sorts of female guests who were senior citizens. I'm in charge of them in terms of pampering, listening, and comforting.Let's be frank, I'm no saint. I also do stuff most people would find odd and erroneous. I don't care as long as these females give me all that I deserve for rendering them my service.I placed the cup of chamomile tea, one of my absolute favorites because it's good for soothing stress, atop the small round table wherein Mrs. Young and I was sitting face to face. She was a heavy smoker and thus was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer. The illness was starting to take its
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