She hid inside a place she believed
was safe. It was a shield on all sides and it allowed the breeze to flow. It
protected her from the harsh rays of the sun and allowed her to cool off.
She took a ride that may very well be the cause of the
end of her life. The trauma she experienced created a life threatening reality
that’s all she has come to know.
Her organs aren’t where they should be. They are
spilling out into other parts of her tiny body and every passing day takes her
one step closer to her impending death. Time is her enemy and it steadily ticks
away without a care to the damage it is allowing.
However, she acts like any other young, vibrant thing,
but on the inside, she is very slowly dying. I try to comfort her and help her
get stronger, but are my efforts enough? Will she survive surgery? By the end
of this, will I have waited too long?
My head spins with unanswered questions and my fear of
risk-taking is a hindrance, but I have to act. The alternative is too dire.
So now I take this tragedy day by day, step by step, and
hope for the best.
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