That's what the subject line of the email said. My heart was gripped by this plea. Surely I would not forsake this friend who loved me so dearly!
Quickly I read the email. Dearest beloved friend, it began. Could it possibly be? A long lost friend from my past? I know this letter may be a very big surprise to you. Oh, yes. But what a delightful surprise, after all these years!
I came across your email contact from my personal search and I instructed the doctor here in this hospital to help me email you and I believe that you will be honest to fulfill my final wish before I will die.
What?! Tears sprung to my eyes. To lose my dear friend yet again, just after she finally found me? How could life be so cruel? I began desperately weeping for my long lost friend, now on her death bed. It took at least 20 minutes before I was finally able to dry my eyes, try to restrain my grief, and attempt to go on reading. Yes, I will do anything for my dear friend, especially since it is her final, dying wish! Eager to find out where she was, so I could immediately fly to her bedside and tend to her in her last hours, I read:
I am Madam. Gloria Caldwell from LONDON, I am 68 years old, I am deaf and suffering from a long time cancer of the breast, which also affected my brain.
Yes, apparently so. Or otherwise she would surely know that I am not her beloved friend. And that I won't fall for her inheritance scam.
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