“It’s Going to be Okay . . .” By: Sahara Estinto

There were bright lights. I could hear crying and screaming of children. I could feel the saltwater dripping. Drip. Drip. Drip—from the IV the doctor had put into my arm. I could smell the chemical smell of bleach. And worst of all, I could taste the tears running down my face. I felt weak. Weak as a bird after it’s lost its wing. “Where are we?” I nervously asked my mom.
“We are at the hospital,” my mom replied, tears running down her face. “It’s okay, Sweetie. It’s okay.” She hugged me then one doctor and two nurses came into the room and crowded around me. I was scared and had no idea what was going on. I didn’t know what it was, where it was, or why it was happening to me.
Then I found out I had to stay there overnight. I was on the 7th floor. I was thinking about my family, even though my mom stayed with me overnight. I missed my big brother, Piero. But, I did fall asleep.
Then the next morning I woke with a question. What is diabetes? My parents told me what it was. I was not pleased. I was about to cry when my cousin came to see me. I got up to hug him, but my leg had fallen asleep. So, he came to me. That night I got to go home and I loved it. My dogs missed me so much one of them jumped on me. Yesterday, I felt terrible. But, today, I felt a lot better.
I learned that you have to have more responsibility when you have something like diabetes. This is very important, because you have to 1) watch what you eat 2) remember to take your medicine before you eat and 3) learn how to say NO.


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