Euthanasia

I was watching a movie, which I wasn't able to finish due the inconvenient electricity, about a little girl who was born to two employers in a company. They were living a regular life, without any extravagances, because they can not afford that, but without depriving themselves from the normal sources of pleasure.

Yet, having Laura changed their lifestyle. She had an early sickness that made their nights turned into days. Much care had to be offered to this ill child. She was their first. And in a moment of despair, they felt unlucky .. felt damned .. cursed!

Events continue with a rather alteration in the pitch of the drama, until a rise occurs when the child falls from her bed. The thud drew the parent's attention .. Clothes were quickly on .. ER was the destination.

The minutes became hours. The hours dressed the coat of days. The days displayed its monotonous changing process, flipping a week after a week.

Tiredness became a feature on the parent's visages.

Insomnia a trait of their character.

The peaceful serene life .. the quiet stereotyped life .. was a far-fetched dream ...

Boredom and lonliness in the old life appeared to living in heaven comparing that to then ..

And then a Spark of Hope glittered ..

A Spark that lightened their eyes ..

A Spark that seemed to be the last chance of every quandary ..

.....

Have I mentioned that Death could be a Hope?

Well, could it be?

I wonder how much this is a Merciful deed .. !!??