I would do anything for my little sister. Call it cliché but it’s true. Summer was born with a tumor in her lungs and another in her brain. She’s been fighting her entire life – barely eight years – just to breathe. Each day is a struggle, filled with pain and I wish more than anything that I could take her place.
That’s the cruel irony, isn’t it? If given the chance, I wouldn’t hesitate to switch places, give her my lungs for a deep breath, give her my strong legs so she can run…but the only thing I can do? Fetch strawberry jello from the hospital cafeteria and read Harry Potter aloud until her meds kick in and she falls asleep.
We know it won’t be long. Half a dozen machines breathe for her now and despite how stubborn she is, she can’t keep dodging the inevitable. Rather than make prom plans with my friends like any other