A Story A Day. Story 2 of 365: Chasing lights.

Luke was running around chasing the lights. He was excited, his mother could see that, she looked at him with both pride and concern. How much longer would he be able to run? The doctors had just diagnosed him with a rare neurodegenerative disease that was going to leave him bed-ridden for life. A life that would be short too. She knew she had to be strong for him. Luke didn't fully understand what his illness meant, but he had understood that his mother had something heavy upon her shoulders. Yet, he maintained his smile, even when it was clear that he was loosing control of his own body. In the end, the only thing that remained for them was to have hope. But hope was like chasing lights, you could not grasp it, you could only chase it forever.