A week went by still no word from the doctor. Every day Mrs. Mary would say as she sent me to school "make this day a good one because today might be the day he comes." Every day I would get more and more excited but then I would be let down at the end.
So today Mrs. Mary sent me to school saying the same thing but less determined. I as well thought he would never come that he left me just as my parents did.
When I went to school I thought what if he does come but with information I don't want to hear. That I'm diagnosed with the same disease, but I know it's wrong. What if he says they can cure me but the government won't pay for me to be cured.
All these thought made me scared and worried. My day wasn't so good because I kept thinking of the bad. As my day went by, Mrs. Taylor brought me to my bus. I arrived back at the orphanage and Mrs. Mary said excitedly "the doctor called he wants me to bring you to his lab."
She rushed me into the handicap van and brought me to the doctors lab.
When we arrived I saw the doctor he seemed happy to see me so it made me less afraid. He told me he had good news and bad news. The good news was that I was diagnosed wrong, but the bad news was that they won't be positive the surgery and medicine will cure me. He said that it was my choice if I wanted to do the surgery because the government was willing to pay. So he hooked me up to this machine so I could answer yes, no, or maybe to his questions. He asked me "Do you want to do the surgery? If you say maybe we'll give you two days to come up with your final answer."
I felt so pressured I didn't know what to choose.
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Genç KurguA young orphan girl can't move any part of her body or talk. The doctors said she also couldn't understand things, but she really can. So she is stuck in a world to think to her self and learn at a basic level or is she?
