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Clack clack

The rhythmic sound of a typewriter filled the

quiet room that afternoon. She had already gone through
countless sheets of paper and several cups of coffee. Her

time for resting after a long day as a doctor had been

pushed aside—weekly reports still piled high on her
desk.

Knock knock

The door creaked open, revealing an elderly

woman in a simple house dress.

"My dear, aren’t you tired after working since

morning? Why don’t you step outside for a while?" the
woman asked gently.

"Thank you, Mom, but I really have to finish this

report," her daughter replied with a smile.

"Is there anything you need, Mother? If there is, I

can go out and get it for you," she added. The older

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