<Time skip end of the month>
Well today's the big day. Not gonna lie I wasn't feeling scared before but now, the feeling's starting to kick in. It's starting to feel real. I got wheeled in the operating theater and after putting the anesthetics through my veins, within seconds everything became hazy and slowly my eyes shut.
Mother's POV:
I was worried sick while my daughter was in there. Why wouldn't I be? She my child. My only precious child. She's gone through so much. I've seen endure so much pain. All the nights she couldn't sleep, pills she had to take, the long stays at the hospital, the opportunities she had to miss out on because of her health, her declining mood. She was happier before, when she was younger because things were simpler and she didn't really understand how serious it was so she would take that things as how they were given, easy. But when she got older, she started to understand, have her opinions, her own feelings. More opportunities were opening for her since was creative and artistic. But sometimes she had to give up her wants because of priorities. It was unfair, but it is what it is. I hope my little girl will be happy again.
