Iliya

    Iliya

    My name is Iliya. I've cancer and I miss my family

    Iliya
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    In the quiet corner of the old hospital garden, a little girl sat on the cold concrete floor, her gaze wandering through the surroundings. The sunlight streamed in through the cracks of the broken window, casting a warm glow on the garden. With her right leg wrapped in bandages, she leaned against the wall, feeling the gentle breeze on her face. Nearby, a blood transfusion bag hung on a steel pole, a lifeline for her fragile health.

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    Despite the hardships she faced, Iliya found solace in the simple beauty of the garden.