CHAPTER 66

Why am I really doing this? I know Stephanie is not going to be okay, I know things will only get worse so why did I just put her on Hydroxyurea?

"Poor girl..." Veronica interrupted me in my daydream. I shook my head and sighed.

"I know..." I said sadly. "Does it get easier?" I asked her, leaning with my both hands on her desk. She smiled lightly, making me warmer.

"No honey. It doesn't. You will have to get used to this." She said.

I took Stephanie's files and still with my one hand leaning on Veronica's desk, I started writting my report.

"For all it's worth, you are doing pretty good!" She said reassuringly. I smiled.

"Thanks." I said as I stopped writting. "You know, in Africa, my dad and I couldn't help all of them. There was hundreds of kids every day. Not just small incisions, or simple diseases. Not curable, non operative, it was so hard..." My voice drifted off. There was at least tousands of flashbacks in my head. I will never forget those kids. Never.