“Just One Tomorrow” — A Story Mila Would Have Loved

From The Diary of Parallel Serendipity

You know how I feel because even the letters from Sunday, April 7, 1968, and May 23, 1969, haven’t faded—they’re still alive in my heart. Alive, so alive. I have just one big wish, and I keep asking God to grant it.
I’m asking for just one tomorrow with you. “The Woman Who Outwitted Death”
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, a frail old woman sat by the fire, lost in her thoughts, when she heard a knock at the door. The sound was heavy, deliberate—almost foreboding.
When she opened it, she found herself face to face with Death. Dressed in shadow, he stood tall and silent, his presence filling the small room with an undeniable finality.
“It is time,” Death said.
The old woman, though startled, was not one to surrender so easily. She straightened her back, looked him in the eye, and asked, “Can you come back tomorrow?”
Death let out a sigh. “I cannot. There are too many souls to collect. If I leave now, I may forget to return.”
A chill ran down her spine, but she refused to show fear. With steady hands, she reached for a piece of chalk and, in bold letters, wrote on the door:
“Come back tomorrow.”
Death glanced at the writing, hesitated for a moment, then disappeared into the night.
And so, the old woman lived.
The next day, when Death passed her house, he saw the message and, true to his word, turned away. The day after that, he saw it again—and again the day after that. Each time he came, the same words stared back at him: Come back tomorrow.