RAGNA POV…
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Still, my parents didn't give up.
They kept trying.
Because that's what parents do---
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CONTINUATION...
But they still tried, nevertheless.
We weren't rich, but we weren't poor either. My parents could afford the checkups and the treatments. That was never the problem. What crushed them was the fact that no one was willing to treat her.
The money wasn't the issue.
There was simply no physician.
The constant need for medical help, and the repeated rejection, slowly eroded my parents' mental health. Watching them suffer like that hurt almost as much as watching my sister's condition worsen.
I felt terrible for Oge.
And at the same time, I felt driven.
No matter how sick she was, she still carried me around, laughed with me, and played with me—never once complaining about my weight dragging her down. That alone made her irreplaceable to me.
It made my chest ache with helpless anger.
