The days have passed in a flurry of pain and medicine. Mother stays home to aid the new doctor. He force feeds me spoonfuls of a vile brown liquid, pushing the spoon further down my throat each time so my body wot reject it. Each time after I swallow, the pain dissapates for a while longer, but rushes back in worse every two hours. The Doctor explains to me that it is meant to be helpful. I do not agree. If anything, it only drags on the pain. I want it all to end: the pain, Mother's sobs at night when I struggle to breath, the disgusting medicine. Am I weak because of these? or do they cause the my weaknesses?
STAI LEGGENDO
Mary's Diary
Narrativa StoricaOkay, I've published this before, but I lost the paper and I just recently found it again and I just #cri Anyways, this is a project I had to do on child labor and what it was like, and I got 100 on it and yeah. Stuff. Enough with my chatter, just...
