Christmas Mirical

I'm never ready - 1

(Rose's POV)
13/11/2017

Well here I am 16 years old and still kicking, well kind of.

The doctor says I should be dead by now, my dad calls me his christmas mirical.

My mother died when I was a baby, I don't remember her much but I have a photo album, I like to keep it close to me, It has a lot of photos of her in it.

My mum was really pretty, my dad says I remined him of her but I don't see it.

"Rose wake up, you don't want to be late for the doctors." Dad called.

Great. Aparantly my mum named me Rose because just like Roses only the strongest servive the winter.

I was born in Winter 2000 with a rear heart disorder, It's so rear even my doctor has no idea what's going on.

"I don't see the point dad, all their gonna do is stick painful needls in my arms and tell me It's a miricl I'm still alive." I compline when dad walks in.

"Need a hand out of bed this morning?" Dad asks as he opens my curtains.

"I don't think so." I answer questionably.

My disorder drains me of my energy ocasionally causing me to collapse randomly.

"Okay, if you're sure, I'll leave you in Mishka's Capable hands." Dad left my room.

Mishka was my Siberian husky service dog.

"Mishka, come here girl." I call.

Mishka streches and makes her way over to me cuddling with me for a while before getting up and pulling the covers off me.

It was Mishka's way of saying "get out of bed you lazy girl."

I get dressed and put Mishkas vest on her, I attatch her to her lead and walk down stairs.

Mishka would always go a step ahead of me to stop me from falling down stairs.

"Are you ready to go my little flower?" Dad asked "Uncle Leny's Diner is calling me."

The hospital days were so long, painful and tiresome dad would tempt me into the car with yumy food.

"I'm never ready, just ruteen hell I guess." I huff walking to the car.

I sit in the back with Mishka as she lays over my lap.