When The Stars Align

Chapter 42

Two months passed...

We had moved to the new house and Sarah was back to school. We found her a private school in town which served our purposes quite well. They were discrete, since Sarah was now called Sarah Fischer Hetfield and they cared about the kids. She couldn't do gymnastics due to her disease and there were a lot of activities she couldn't be involved in, James and I made it very clear the day we applied for that school and the director showed some concern and that's what pleased us the most. We knew she wasn't being discriminate in there and she came back home happy every day. Our visits to the hospital were a constant, every Monday, she had her blood tested and she had to receive blood twice, which scared me a little, but the doctor said it was normal and that it would be like that until she'd receive the new bone marrow.

We were happy in our new house. We took everything we could with us and bought some new furniture. Sarah had a new room, much bigger than her previous one, with a window facing the pool and the sea. She was so happy when we gave her that room and even happier when, at a corner, she saw a desk, a professional one for drawing and pencils of all numbers, colors and formats. James bought her that one afternoon before we picked her up at school and got it delivered the next day. It cost a fortune, but he just didn't care because he knew that would make her happy and she spent many time using it, due to her father's present she developed even more her skills in drawing, telling us later she wanted to be an architect.

Eventually I lost my job. We pretended that Sarah was ok but most of the times she wasn't, she needed care and even when she was in school I sometimes received a phone call saying she was not feeling alright, plus I had to drive her to the hospital every week. At first it was hard for me to accept it but then I got used to the idea and I was busy moving from one house to another and then occupied my time decorating it and getting everything ready. I would come back to work, one day for sure, but only when Sarah was alright, and we were free of hospitals and exams and all that involved keeping her alive.

"Mom, I think I also don't want this." Sarah told me. She was choosing amongst her toys what she didn't want, to put it all in boxes and we would give it to charity. We used to do that every year, she'd gathered some stuff and then we both go to this pavilion where she offered stuff to the kids in need. I loved to do that with her because I had the chance to show her that there were kids that couldn't have what she had and show her that all the easy life she had was not the reality in the world, and Sarah felt important and loved to go there and give her stuff away.

"You're the one who decides what you want and what you want to give them." I told her.

"And I think this goes too." She said putting a doll in the box, it was the third one we were filling, I found out that my daughter had way too many toys and things she never played with. She was really a spoiled brat but then she was also very caring and sensitive. "I like to give this stuff away." She commented looking at the three boxes.

"It's a good thing you're doing sweetie." I instigated her.

"I guess I am done mom, the rest of the stuff in here is still stuff I play with." She said.

"Ok..." I picked up a bag. "Now let's check your clothes. These are stuff that doesn't fit you anymore, do you have anything that you don't like anymore?" Sarah looked at her closes.

"I don't think so mom...I like what is here. We have done the clothes already." She said.

"Princesses I'm home!" We heard James shouting and his steps on the stairs. The house was much bigger, so we didn't hear his truck or the door closing.

"Sarah's room." I shouted back and soon he appeared at her door holding two bags in his hands. "What is that?" I asked.

"These are candies. We'll make these tiny bags and she'll give each kid a bag with candy." He said.