As a child, I never truly realized how good I had it. With a loving mother and father who doted on me and a sweet, kind older sister who was an amazing roll model. Everything I had, I took for granted.
Frankly, the thought that I might lose my happy lifestyle never crossed my mind. Never in my wildest dreams would I predict such a catastrophe.
In fact, I thought that by being diagnosed with diabetes as a child, my luck would ultimately remain on the better side of things.
Despite these naive fantasies, my luck did run out.
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"My name is Brielle Collis, I was your mother's friend in college," explains the tall woman before me, smiling slightly.
Biting my trembling lip, I desperately try not to think about my mom. "H-hello," I whisper shakily, staring at the old wooden floor--feeling lost.
"Rosella," she continues, trying to regain my attention. "You're going to come live with me in West Virginia."
My eyes snap up to hers, panic and anxiety gripping me with its cold fingers. "What?" Unable to process this information properly, I simply stare at her in shock.
Her smile widens and her eyes sparkle with warmth as she speaks, "oh, the boys will love you! Just wait till you see your new room..." She keeps talking about how much I'll enjoy it with her and 'her boys', but I tune it out.
This can't really be happening.
This must all just be a bad dream, I'll wake up and everything will be normal again.
Because I already miss them so much and they haven't been gone for more than a week.