Photo Source: Wikimedia Commons She wore death. It was in her eyes; in the way her lids blinked gently and drooped in haze of sleep. Maybe it was also in her weak smile – the same one she shared to us, her siblings, to mask her suffering and pale face. No one knew what was going on in her mind. She laughed and laughed until we all believed she was fine but on many days, shadows of pain glimmered in her eyes and in the way her face twisted. This had been her reality since she woke up one...