Day 13

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I wanted to go to you as soon as possible.

But my body said otherwise.

It became heavier quicker. Simply going up the stairs sometimes was enough to trigger stomach pains and leave me winded. Anything and everything I did was an effort.

I threw a plate in my anger when I could barely stand up without my legs shook something awful as I tried to stand from the dining room.

My mom quietly cleaned up the mess and hugged me.

"It's going to be okay, honey," she whispered.

No.

It wasn't.

It isn't.

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