It's summer, and soon, I will die,
but its not like I had that much
to live for.
"She has cardiomyopathy."
The doctor told my father.
As I sat in the wheelchair,
I saw the pain in my dad's eyes.
He fell to his knees, crying.
"Her heart is far too weak now;
I'm afraid she only has a month left
This news brought a tear to my eye
as well. Even though I didn't
have much to live for, I had
enough; I wanted to survive.
I have a lovely boyfriend, a handful
of trustworthy friends, and my dad
who has been here for me ever since I was
just an infant.