The Disease

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 It all started when my mom was having me April 26, 2000, on a Wednesday at 1:00 a.m. When I was born the doctor's already knew something was wrong with me.

"What where are you taking her?" My mom said with anger and confusion.

"It's okay, I'll go see what's going on, okay." My dad said trying to calm my mom down. "Hey, excuse me but where are you taking are daughter?"

"Sir, there is some bad news and some good news." The doctor said with a very serious face. "The good news is that your daughter is pretty healthy bu-"

"So what's wrong?" My dad yelled.

"Well she was born with a disease."

"What?" My dad said worried.

"Your daughter has the disease........Death Legall....."

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