For cradled in her arms now, was the twinkle in his eye. All she had left.
The Struggle and hardship paid off with an overwhelming sense of value for life, after all, is priceless.
Sustained on a cruising of mushed delights, the knee-high tripping hazard doubled, and then tripled in size as the years went by.
A split in the little woman's family became a fissure in her life and attendance of education became a regular until major works submitted and finals complete.
A waitress of hot beverages at a small outlet of a transnational corporation near a station was where she remained as years went by, as she took various courses of both a metaphorical and educational kind.
He was not the first she had met, but he was the first she had both committed and connected to. He encouraged her to follow through her courses and achieve greatly. A successful role as a professional employee supported the purchase of the apartment with the young man.
This life was wonderful, but part of this young woman believed it was too good to be true. Dystopia is easier believed than Utopia after all.
A long line of successive paranoia and trust –or lack thereof- eventually drew apart what was once the joining of two lost souls.
The apartment began to smell of his addiction by her judgement and condemnation.

But still He loved her, and secretly, she he too.

As years rolled on, that which kept him dealing with her caught up with him. Such a large loss on her part, him leaving her in their sleep.
A miracle in both their lives did not appear until later, and happened to be a last chance of hope for happiness for the woman.
Weeks turned to months. She began to change and notice the "Little things" as she would have told her.  A bittersweet sense of happiness was a sense of happiness nonetheless.
The wait and trust in life paid off, for cradled in her arms now, was the twinkle of his eye.

All She had Left.