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I never feel comfortable if I have to stay long in the hospital. I think I can't do anything whatever I want. I can't play music, I can't cook, and I can't editing my blog. The simplest task when I stayed in hospital is sleep. Yeah, S-L-E-E-P. It makes me bored.
Mom and dad are going to go to administration. Then, my friends came.
"Kells, what happened?"
"Are you okay?"
I can't say that I have liver disease. I don't want to disappointed them. What should I do? Lie? I never lie to someone. Even that I have liver disease. I never talk about that in front of my friends and my big family.
"Kellen, please tell us!" Jazzie shouted at me.
"Are you sure?" I asked them.
"What do ya mean?"
"Are you ready to hear this?" I asked. Jazzie, Lola, Gerald and Jeremy said, "Yes."
Wish me luck to say this horrible sentence. "Actually, I have liver disease."
Jazzie quiet. Lola quiet. Gerald quiet. Jeremy quiet. I quiet.
"You're kidding, right?" Lola tried to hiding her sad expression.
"No, I'm not."
Suddenly, Jazzie cry. "I can't believe it." "When did you get that disease?"
"I think when I was 2 years old."
"Oh my god.." Jeremy started cry. "Get well soon, Kells."
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Gerald said, "Get well soon, Kells.". I think that sentece could not help. 'Cause doctor said that my life is six months left.
Forget about that. I don't want to remember that again. Then, my doctor, Dr. Simon come. "Hey Kells, how are you?"
"I'm fine."
Dr. Simon walked and sit beside of me. "Hey, why do you sad?"
"You said that my life is six months left." I started crying. Dr. Simon didn't say anything.
"It's hard to say, but it's true. I can't do anything anymore to help you, except liver transplant. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that."
"Umm, it's okay. But what can I do in six months?"
"Do whatever you want." Said Dr. Simon. "That's the simplest task to love the world. Make your parents proud of you. Make your friends happy."
If I think twice, It's true. "Thanks, Doctor." I smiled. "Can I go home?"
"You're not feel better yet, kid." Said Dr. Simon. "If you feel better, you may go home."
"But I feel better right now." I said. I really want to leave this place.
"Tomorrow, okay?" Asked doctor. "Yes, yes, yes!" Shouted me. Finally I can go home, even tomorrow.
My friends come.
"Hi, Kells!" Shouted Lola. "We brought some fruits for you!"
"Gee, thanks!" I took the fruits from Lola. "You shouldn't give this. These fruits are beautiful."
"I hope you'll be alright." Said Jazzie. "I hope you can go to school, if you have a bad disease. School will be a quiet place without you."
"There are more students in there, Jazz. Not only me." I laughed.
"But you're our best friend." Said Jeremy. "Get well soon."
I smiled. "Gerald, do you have another sentences besides 'Get well soon'? I think you've said that twice." I laughed.
"Hey, I'm not the poem writer. I don't have any." Gerald laguhed.
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After 2 weeks I left the hospital, I joined choir team for the festival in my city. I being an accompanist in there. I remember when mom forbade me to join. She said that I'm not ready to stand up for a long time, remember my disease. I'm not allowed to walk and stand up too often. Then you can guess, If I go to the mall or the place that needs a stamina to walk, I have to use wheel chair. I hate to use that.
But I told once again that I just want to be an accompanist. The accompanist didn't need to stand up too much. Without say anything, mom allowed me.
The first practice is today, on Wednesday. And I can't believe it, 2 weeks later I'll have my birthday, my 15th birthday.
I practiced seriously, 'Cause I'm the accompanist. I can't wait for the festival!
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