Tears in waste

Her eyes were heavy. Suddenly, she heard her name, "Jessica, wake up".

She slowly opened her eyes, "Abraham Lincoln?"

Lincoln replied, "Yes, I am Abraham Lincoln."

"Why are you here."

"I'm here to show you something. Can you walk now?"

"No. I..."

"Are you sure?"

"I can't even..." as she replied in frustration, she realised that she could move, much to her amazement.

"Why?"

"Because it is a dream." Lincoln replied, "get into the car."

Lincoln drove her to a house. She immediately recognised that it was her class monitor that she admired so much, Janice's house. But she looked pale like a white paper.

"She were diagnosed with leukemia and only had 3 months left before leaving for kingdom of heaven. But she lived her life to the fullest. She helped out in the orphanage, old folk home, traveling around the world to inspire the people. Why are you so depressed when you just temporarily lose your mobility. Your foolishness drove me here."

Jessica was silent.

"Go home and think about it." Lincoln told her coldly and passed her a book titled "Tuesday with Morrie".

She woke up. It was a bright day.