A short story I wrote yesterday. “You can be anything you want to be in life, as long as you work towards it”, reading out once again the sentence that was lasercut on the necklace gifted by her aunt Betty, Anita slowly lowered it down onto the crystal coffee table and blew a kiss at the family photo next to it. She stood up and walked into the makeshift operating theater for the last time as her bipedal life coming to an end. “Hey Jörg13, how are you feeling today?” She vivaciously greeted t...