Authors Note: Another short story I wrote for English.

Disclamier: I do not own Paradise Road

We cannot develop into full human beings unless we encounter conflict

'How is she?' Celia asked.

Dr Verstak looked up at the crying girl. 'I'm sorry.'

Celia lowered her head and cried harder.

'She would be lucky to last the night,' Dr Verstak continued. 'I really am sorry, Celia but there is nothing more I can do.'

Dr Verstak moved on to her next patient to leave Celia alone with her mother.

'Don't be sad Celia.' Mrs Roberts told her daughter.

'No mother,' Celia sobbed as she sat beside her mother and pulled her into a tight hug. 'You can't die. I love you.'

'And I love you to my dear.' Mrs Roberts told her. 'I am happy we spent time at this camp.'

'Why?' Celia asked as she continued to cry. 'It is because of this camp that you are dying.'

'It is also because of this camp that I opened my eyes'

Celia looked at her mother in confusion. 'What do you mean?'

'Before this camp I was a racist.' Mrs Roberts told Celia. 'I was a proud fool. Looking back now, I am ashamed of the things I have done and even the things I have said.'

'We all were mother,' Celia told her. 'We were all proud, even Adrienne.'

'Most importantly I under estimated myself. I believed that without your father I was nothing,' Mrs Robert continued. She smiled broadly as she said, 'well look at how far I came without him, look at what I went though without him by my side protecting me.'

'Keep fighting mother,' Celia told her. 'You need to live.'

'Do you think there is really a heaven, Celia?' Mrs Roberts asked.

'Please mother, don't say things like that,' Celia pled though her tears.

'If there is I hope to go,' Mrs Roberts smiled. 'I would be with my parents again. Wing would be there. She was a good person. I will talk to her Celia. Thank her for saving my life and apologise for the way I treated her.'

'You are not going mother,' Celia sobbed. 'Not yet, you need more time.'

'I have had enough time my dear.' Mrs Roberts told her. 'When the war is over, can you tell your father I love him?'

'I will mother,' Celia reassured her.

'And Celia,' Mrs Roberts said. 'All those lessons I gave you over the years on her to be a perfect wife and mother.'

'What about them, mother?' Celia asked.

'Forget them.' Mrs Roberts told her. 'If there is one thing I have learnt in this camp is that we are strong and powerful. Let your voice be heard Celia. Don't be the quiet housewife that I told you, you should be. Instead be the person you want to be. If you want to get married and have children, then do that. If you want to travel the world, then travel the world. If you never want to get married, then never get married. Promise me Celia that you will do what you want, not what other people want.'

'I promise mother,' Celia said as she wiped away tears.

'One last thing, don't spend too much time mourning my death. I had a good long life.' Mrs Roberts told her.

'Yes mother' Celia nodded.

Mrs Roberts smiled. 'I learned a great deal at this camp.'

That was the last thing she said as her eyes went dull.

'Mother,' Celia yelled as she began to sob harder. 'Dr Verstak, Dr Verstak, Help me'

Dr Verstak ran towards them. She reached out her had to take Mrs Roberts pulse. 'I'm sorry Celia, she is gone.'