A story that tells me this story, at this moment when my papel comes to me as many times, it’s long and hard to eat. It doesn’t appear to me that something is ‘common’, and there is an image that you can see before it shows a picture of what you want to see. – usnews

Tomorrow Is My Surgery

Tomorrow is my surgery.
I wrote those words on a piece of paper because sometimes, it is easier to hold your feelings in your hands than inside your heart.

My name is Sofia. I am not like other girls my age. When I look in the mirror, I don’t always recognize the face looking back at me. My skin is swollen, my eyes are tired, and the tubes that help me breathe remind me every second that my life is different.

But I was not always like this.

When I was younger, I loved to run outside. I chased butterflies in the garden, laughed loudly, and believed that the world was a big, kind place. My mom used to sit on the porch and watch me, smiling like nothing could ever hurt us.

Then, one day, everything changed.

It started small. I felt tired all the time. My face began to swell, and my body didn’t feel like it belonged to me anymore. Doctors became a part of my life. Hospitals replaced playgrounds. Needles,Ali.. machines, and quiet waiting rooms became my new normal.

At first, I was scared.