The story

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Narrated by Kate
My sisters name was Brittney Hartshire.
We had a really rough life.
In and out of foster homes, and adoption centers.
We thought nothing could get any worse.
But it did.
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One day while me and Brittney were at the annual checkup at every adoption center.
They were checking Brittney's breathing, but when they got to her abdominal area, they felt something, that wasn't supposed to be there.
The doctors asked Brittney a couple questions, and it was obvious.
She had cancer.
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I got her to the hospital as quick as I could, but it was already too late.
It had grown too much for treatment.
Now, I we could do was wait, wait for the timer to go off.
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2 weeks passed and it got extremely worse.
It had grown to her entire abdomen.
She was a fighter, but not strong enough to fight the strongest opponent of cancer.
A few days later, Brittney Michelle Hartshire had passed away, in my arms.
I was crying for weeks, months, it seemed like forever.
I still think about her every day.
I was alone for a while.
Until I was adopted by a loving family, into a loving house, that I call home.
That was 5 years ago, when I was only 9.
Brittney was 2 years younger than me, she was 7.

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