I was born on February 18, 2003, at exactly 7:08 AM. Of course at this point I was just an infant.
Fast forward to when I was eleven months old. I got sick with strep throat, RSV, and bronchitis. I stayed in the hospital for approximately three weeks from what I've been told. I had to be put in a tent filled with oxygen. My mother and father were there. The doctors had told them that if I didn't began getting better soon, that I would have to be flown to UK hospital, where they would they would draw fluid from my lungs. As I was three weeks in saying at the hospital, I suddenly turn over in my sleep as my mother says. I started breathing perfectly. I was fine. Just a small amount of medication and I would be fine.
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This Little Girl
Short StoryA little girl by the name of Samantha, didn't grow up with an average life. She thought all of her life that all this was normal. Boy was she in for a treat. This life that this little girl was living in would soon all crumble to the ground. Yet wit...
