The girl was in and out of the hospital. From the age of 3 she’s always in the hospital. Her parents knew why but did not know how to explain it to her young pre-teen self. The girl knew why but did not understand why it had to be her.

“Sweetheart, you have to go to the hospital today.” Her mother shook her awake.

“Mom, why does this happen to me?” The 12 year old asked.

“Because you are special.” Her mother tried to make this seem like an easy situation but even she was tired of the constant hospital visits and wanted to know why God chose their family, what did they do?

    The girl was in hospital so often that when she left she felt out of place. Her own home didn’t feel like home. Her entire family felt the same way, from her parents having to struggle with their work schedules to be at the hospital and her older sister wanting to spend every minute at the hospital with her. The hospital was their home due to her sickness. She was still young and didn’t deserve this, she had a life to live and it was all slowly fading away.

    All these years at the hospital, she was always assigned the same room, checked by the same doctor, and helped by the same nurses. They all showed sympathy for her but tried to hide it. She didn’t know why or how she got this so-called ‘sickness’. All she wanted was to feel normal and live a normal life. But, it would soon be over. All the young girls pain and suffering would soon end.

    The girl always had a smile on her face, she loved laughing. She loved to joke about how boring the hospital way with its plain white walls and chemical-like smell. Her older sister would come everyday after school, just to tell her about her day and make her little sister smile. She only experienced 3 years of her little sister being normal so she came to visit everyday to make her feel like this was normal. She wanted everything to be normal again.

    Everyone knew she would be put out of her pain soon. Either at home or at the hospital, her parents prayed that it would be at the hospital where she would have a chance on being saved. As years passed by her chances of living got slimmer and slimmer, she was a living miracle that would soon head to heaven, ending her pain. All the tests ran in her life had no result but one that her family never wanted to hear, the doctor’s constant mumble of:

    “She doesn’t have much longer.”
   
    Then as she approached her 15th birthday, she got her constant wish. Monitors went off in the room, the room she had spent most of her life in. The sound of nurses and doctors shoes screeching across the squeaky clean hospital floor was louder than her mother’s sobs as she gripped her youngest daughter’s hand. The entire staff on the floor of the young girl’s room watched the lifeless body of a child they watched grow up with sorrow in their eyes, some even slipping a few tears. There was nothing they could do to cure her sickness but everyone but her knew she would soon be put out of her misery.