Treatment was expensive — too expensive. So she sold our furniture, piece by piece, just to afford the medication that kept her alive. The neighbor had been helping her since.
I felt the air leave my lungs. I sprinted to the hospital, tears blurring everything. When I saw her — pale, tired, but still my sister — I broke.
I threw my arms around her and sobbed, “I’m so sorry. I’m here. I’m not leaving again.”
She smiled weakly and squeezed my hand.
She’s all I have in this world. And now I know… I almost lost her because of my own selfishness. I just pray one day she can forgive me.
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