The ward was silent, except for the constant bleep of the EKG monitor. Her grandmother moved her head a little but she did not open her eyes. The tube going into her nose and an IV on her arm, made her looks like a grotesque scientific experiment. Elisha stared at her face, so worn and lined now and recalled how brilliantly beautiful she used to be. As she sat there, she once more went down memory lane: On the pavement of...