*COMPLETED* FEATURED IN REALISTIC FICTION FROM _ShortStory_, Wattpad's official profile for short stories "The death ward always had a stench of mucus, pee and shit, barely covered by the pungent smell of antiseptics, but only that day I knew. That day, I was cursed." Part of growing up is finding the purpose of our life despite the ordeals it throws at us. This is a short, introspective story about a teenager who tries to understand the meanings of life and of death after witnessing a tragic event. Note: In case you're wondering, the flowers on the cover are snowdrops, and yes, I chose them intentionally.