Three years ago on this day today, a young woman left this world behind her and for that moment, the world stopped moving. Stopped breathing. Stopped living. Three years ago today, the value of her laughter became much more important than it ever was before. The house she lived in lost the force she had in it, lost the warmth and happy memories she had created as she played cards with her younger cousins, watched comedy movies, and repeated The Beauty and the Beast 1500 times. Three years ago on this day, her family told us a girl had left this world. But I don't know if this girl was the same one I knew. The girl I knew had a laugh that echoed through the skies, loved Fayrooz, and drank Nescafe coffee like it was water. The girl I knew would've never wanted people to feel sorry for her. She would've never wanted to spend the last days of her life hooked up to machines as people looked on. The girl I knew would've wanted relief. She would've wanted to fall asl...