We are all sick beyond repair, but this is real. She is slowly dieing and I'm just sitting here watching her disappear in front of me, getting sicker and sicker as the days go by.
She can barely breathe and it's clenching at my stomach like you wouldn't believe. I want to make her better, I want to see her live a normal childhood but I'm not watching her grow or get well, I'm watching her decay and fade away. I spend my nights waiting for the illusive phone call to tell me that her pain has finally ended, and every time I hear that phone ring, my whole body freezes and my world stops.