My Story

It Happened Again

I had my friends and my family, I had everything I ever could wish for, everything seemed so good.

Until it happened again, my sister got sick again, worse than before. She went to the hospital, my mother stayed with her, so I had to take care of things at home, because my father was working a lot, so he was barely ever home. So I learned how to cook and clean in an age of 12, I could do most things myself. But it was hard, to keep up with house chores and school chores at the same time.

In the weekend I went to the hospital to visit my sister, I always stayed over night, then we had fun together, we watched movies and ate together, it was nice. I always enjoyed spending time with my sister. I was my sisters only friend, because she always stayed at the hospital, so she was never really able to make friends, but she was okay with that, she always told me, as long as she had me everything was fine and it was, at least for awhile.

Everything started again, from the very beginning, they blamed my parents, they wanted to take my sister away from us, but before they could do that, we ran away again.

I remember it was the day before carnival, we were supposed to have a festival at school, but of course I could not go and I was not allowed to tell anyone about us leaving the country, I had to leave my phone at home, I was not allowed to contact anyone, because then they could maybe track us.

We went to Germany once again, we went back to the hospital we used before. At that hospital they saved my sisters live, they said, if my parents did not decided to run away from Denmark, my sister would have been dead.

My sister had a very rare illness, there are only a few people in the world that suffers from the same as she did, so Danish doctors could not treat her, because they did not know about her condition. German doctors did tell us, because the doctors in Denmark made many mistakes so they could not safe her colon, they told us maybe my sister would die in her 30's, but we should just appreciate the extra time, because normally people cannot live without a colon, but they made it possible. After that we went to stay in Italy, first we stayed in north Italy, in a mountain house, there was not electricity and only outdoor showering. But it was fun, while I lived there, I had birthday, on my birthday we went to Rome, I was so happy. Sadly we lost our way in Rome for 3 hours, but still it was a memory, a good one.

A few weeks after my birthday we could go home, it was nice.

After coming home I started school again, but I had no friends left, suddenly I was on my own, no one wanted to hang out with me or anything, I became that weird girl sitting in the corner all by herself. It was like that for many years. Because of the way I felt at school I became depressed I cried everyday after school, alone in my room, because I did not want to worry my parents or anything, they had enough to do.

At my 11th year of public school, finally I became happy; the class changed, new classmates a fresh start, and it helped, I got friends, we had fun I hung out with them after school, I lived nicely. In the weekends I usually hung out with my sister, my sister only had me, because of her illness she was never able to make any friends, so I was her best and only friend. She was my best friend too. We stuck together in thing and thick. My friends always envied my relationship with my sister, I understood that very well, we had a better relationship than most sisters has.

It became summer, my family and I went to Italy andit was a blast, I always enjoyed the family vacation, because I am a familyperson.