She was young, dark brown hair that flowed perfectly straight down to her lower back. Her eyes glowing bright green with gold speckles were able to see through to anyones soul.

             Her name was Tiffany. Her life was perfect, she had everything she could ever want. Her dream job, a journalist for the top rated paper in the area.

           At the ripe age of 25 her life took a new turn. She couldn't find a way to tell her loved ones the news. To make it more complicated how were they going to react?

              She thought for months acting as if everything was normal. Going to family events where it would be the perfect time to speak up since everyone she loved was all in one place. She couldn't get the words to form.

          "I cant do it."
She thought to herself.

              So she waited longer. Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months and before she knew it a whole year went by.
  
               People began to notice changes in her appearance and attitude. She grew weaker and more tired than she had ever been.

                Soon she was forced to quit her job because she couldn't focus. Luckily she had plenty of money built up in her savings so she would still be able to pay her bills.

               Time was running out. She still hadn't told anyone what was going on. It was time to speak up.

              Sunday morning she went to church with her aunt. After the service she pulled the pastor to the side so they could speak in private.

               She asked him to help her tell everyone her news. He agreed politely. He took a step more and spent Monday through Friday with her helping her set up a gathering for all her loved ones.

              They would gather in the big gym at the church and the pastor would stand by her side Saturday afternoon as she would finally tell her secret.

               Saturday came, Tiffany's family gathered at the arranged spot thinking this was going to be a celebration for a promotion. They waited for an hour and a half before realizing Tiffany was not going to show up.

                 Tiffany's mom felt her phone buzzing in her pocket. She answered and received the worst news she had ever gotten. Tiffany was found unresponsive in her bed that morning.

               She stood in front of everyone and told them about the call. The pastor stood and placed a hand on Mary's shoulder.

"I'm so sorry for your loss. I have to share with everyone why she wanted you all here."

             The crowd looked at the pastor, tears flowing down every cheek in the building.

"Tiffany had a secret she shared with me this past Sunday, she wanted to tell everyone but didn't know how and came to me for help."

           He paused to wipe tears from his face and continued.

"On this day, one year ago. Our beloved Tiffany was diagnosed with brain cancer."