Mina was all about working on her back strokes and the water. She disliked going to the general pool where others practice for her extra moves. That was one thing that made her stand out. Her finishing backstrokes in grand style.
The beach was where her father had coached her before he passed. The beach was also where his ashes had been scattered after his sad demise and that was where she spent her mornings in his company, never slacking behind on practice.
'What would my father say? What would he think if I started to dwindle in my reserve?' She would frequently ask herself over and over again as a way of motivation.
On this particular morning, although she had woken up with a cold, she knew better than to keep to the bed. Weakness was not something she was going to indulge so, she forced herself off the bed amidst coughs and sneezes.
"Mina, don't tell me you're going out to practice that way. You have a cold. You should go to the hospital." Her roommate had said.
