"What's the best Gift you can give your Loved ones?" the son puzzled, walking down the Hospital's aisle.
"You can think of all the opulent gifts in the world. But the only thing they ever need is
the Father replied, as he turned the wheelchair towards the Cancer ward.
"Sometimes we realise it late and
when we finally put out the Gift....."
He paused and stole a glance at the frail woman in the wheelchair that once embodied a fire, the warmth of which brought Spring in the coldest Winters.
"....their hands are tied by Fate to receive it"