I awoke in a small dark room lit by the light of a single
candle. “You will be okay,” whispered a voice. “You're a
strong young girl.” My eyes squinted to see. I could vaguely
make out a make out an old figure standing over me with
a hand on my forehead. His hand left my head and the
candle’s light was gone. But in my mind a new candle was
lit and I would make sure it was never extinguished.