She lived near her home in the outskirts of the country. Blueberry and apple trees grew in her yard. Every afternoon was spent with just the two of them. Sunshine or rain, they didn't care. And the little girl grew up and she never failed to spend time with her. Her name was Joy and the little girl loved her greatly. Sometimes, life got ahead of the girl and she forgot to tell Joy about her day. But she made up for it on other days.
Little did she know that their days were numbered. Joy was sick, very sick. She told that girl, that young woman, she was dying and her time was almost up. The girl didn't quite understand and started crying. But she kept her head up and smiled anyways.
And one day, as she scanned faces for her, she stumbled upon the news: Joy was gone. Gone were the days of wise words and laughter and smiles and warm hugs. But she tried to keep her head up and did her best to smile despite the tears on her face.

Months go by and soon she found it was easier to laugh and smile. And she knew then that she was going to be okay.