"Step outside, Thea." asserted mom as she entwined her fingers.
The daughter was adamant, " The world will judge me. I want to spend the remaining days of my life inside."
She silently wiped her tears and stroked her daughter's crown that was hairless and bisque in color. Her eyes that were lively and naughty were pale and dejected. She was pronouncing herself dead even before the last breath.
Just then there was a knock.
Thea's friend entered with a warm smile.
The Mom envisioned it as a signal of hope and sunshine in her daughter's life.
In 99 words (no more, no less) write about a beacon. It can be from a lighthouse or other source. Use the word literally or figuratively and go where the prompt leads you.