"I'm afraid that if she doesn't get a lung soon, she will die."
The nurse didn't even bother to soften her voice. She just said it loud and clear. Father sighed while mother wept silently. I just kept silent. I wouldn't let them see my pain.
I didn't cry. Not again. Sometimes, we just have to accept things the way they are.
Even if we don't like it.
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That Girl Who's Dying
Random"She sure doesn't look like she's dying. She doesn't even look sick." I kept my eyes low, feet shuffling on the ground dejectedly. They weren't at fault. I probably didn't look the least bit sick. But I was. And I had to deal with it. Born with pulm...
