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  Write a story based on this line : "By evening, she was running a high fever ... " 

Far up in the mountains of Canada, there is an old abandoned log cabin. Once it was occupied by a young couple who wanted to distance themselves from the chaos of this modern world. Here they were miles away from the nearest town. Bob, the husband, made the occasional trip into town to buy supplies whereas Jan, his wife, spent her free time by the fire, sewing. Their life was simplyidyllic.

Then, one midwinter's day, Jan woke up from bed with a strange ache in her bones. Putting it down to overwork, Bob shooed her to bed and made sure she rested. Though Jan was impatient to get to her chores, Bob soothed her, "Relax, Sugar. You're overdoing things. All these chores will be here when you recover."

However, Jan seemed to be getting worse instead of recovering. By evening, she was running a high fever and in greater pain. In spite of his best efforts, Bob could not manage to ease her suffering. And then suddenly, she started to lapse into unconsciousness.

It was then obvious that she was seriously ill. What could Bob do? He had no experience in treating the sick and Jan was getting worse by the minute. He knew that there was an old doctor in town but he lived three miles away, downhill. Pot-bellied and obese, there was no way the doctor could make it up to their cabin.

Something had to be done quickly! Bob racked his brains but to no avail. The only thing left to do was to go to the doctor. In Jan's condition, she could never walk that far in the waist-deep snow. Bob would have to carry her!

Bob searched his mind for a way to move poor, sick Jan. Then, he remembered. He had once made a sledge so that they could ride together over the mountain. They never got around to using it though, because the whole mountain was thickly covered with rocks and trees. He had never found a safe way down, not even once.

"Well," he thought, "looks like I'm going to have to try it anyhow," as he dug out the sledge from the storeroom. "Jan may die unless I get her to the doctor, and life means nothing to me without her." With this thought in mind, Bob gently tucked Jan into the sledge, got in the front, and with a short prayer for safety, pushed off.

How they got through that ride alive, Bob has never figured out. As trees loomed up in front of him and just as quickly whizzed by his side, close enough to touch, he felt relieved that Jan was not awake to experience the ride. It was all he could do not to scream as collision seemed imminent, time and again, with only inches to spare.

At last, bursting from the mountainside, the town came into view. Barely slowing down, they sped through the icy streets, only losing speed as they neared the doctor's house. The sledge, battered through the journey, collapsed in the left ski as it came to a halt, spilling out its occupants. Bob picked up his Jan and made his way into the doctor's house.

After what seemed to be a long winter, Jan recovered fully from her illness but Bob never recovered from

his fright. They moved into the little town so as to be near help in times of crisis, and have lived there ever since.

Chronicles of Ina: Mother's walk of lifeDescribe a priced possession The postman was at the door with a parcel for me. It was from my sister who was pursuing a degree course in multimedia graphic designing in England.

I tore the packagi

ng paper and what I had in my hand was a book that traced my mother's walk of life from the day she was born up to today. There were altogether 50 pages for each year of her life.

I had emailed all the documents, photographs and even couriered a host of other things

that I could not email. She had utilised all that she needed into a gem of a momento for Mama on Mother's Day.

The cover was a stained glass rose design of a fusion of Mama's favourite colours.

As I turned the pages, I was taken on a walk down memory lane.

The first five pages depicted her entry into this world: her birth certificate, photos of birthdays, rides, swims and cries.

The next few pages illustrated her years in kindergarten: the concerts and her graduation photograph wearing a mortar board and

holding a scroll, she gave a toothy grin.

Her thirteen years in primary and secondary school were enshrined in pictures of her sports activities, bicycle rides, school excursions, science projects of pressed flowers and leaves as well as candid photographs of her teenaged peer activitie

s.

She next left to pursue tertiary education in Kuala Lumpur where she met Papa. I managed to siphon photos of them together culminating in their "akad nikah" and "bersanding" ceremony. She was resplendent in her wedding attire, so was Papa in his Malay suit.

She embark

ed on a teaching career and I followed her posting to the interior of Pahang prior to her wedding. Being young and inexperienced, she reveled in her totally new experiences which we read about in her letters. These letters to her family, fiancee and friends provided us with interesting snippet

s of her early years.

Then we came on the scene, the five of us, commencing with my eldest brother and ending with me. She has her favourite photographs and Lia knew just the one of each of us to include in the chronicles of events.

Next were photographs of Bang Long's graduat

ion with our proud parents. It was followed immediately by Kak Long's entry into the medical profession and Bang Ngah setting up his accountancy firm.

Then came photographs of Papa and Mama's pilgrimage to Mecca with "Tok" and "Nek". The serene looks on their faces were

crystal clear to us.

The children sponsored mama and papa's first overseas tour of the Western world. Although we stayed home, we were the armchair travelers when they showed us candid shots of their tour.

The last page of the never-ending "Saga" was the

celebration of the 25th wedding anniversary of Papa and Mama. It was a joyous occasion for everyone and the emotional outpourings could be seen on their faces and heard in the recordings made on the CD.

The souvenir ended with the words: "the saga continues --

Happy Mother's Day !" and to accompany it was another CD with messages from all her five children.

I closed the book, wrapped it up with batik cloth, tied it up with a ribbonemblazoned with the words "We love U !".

Without a doubt, Mama was going

to treasure her chronicles of  "Mama's walk of life" in her "Chronicles of Ina". You bet !

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