For 10 years, my father has been taking me to the hospital every 20 days to get blood transfusions. Without them, I would not be alive.
Sometimes, it gets a few days late in going to get the transfusion, because we do not have the money. I try not to tell them, but my hands and legs start hurting. I cannot hide it after a while. Everything begins to swell, and Appa is forced to rush me to the hospital.
Appa says I can beat this disease. He said I do not have to stay in fear of what might happen. I can play too. I can grow up to be strong and do as I wish. I have so many dreams, and I can fulfill them. I need a bone marrow transplant. Without the surgery, I know what could happen to my life. I want to live, not just survive or exist.
I ask for your help, to give us a chance to live. My father, my mother, my sisters, and me. So far, we have all been surviving, struggling to get by on whatever we had. If my health gets better. We can have a simple and happy life.