The Twins

I am going to write about the time I lost my little baby sisters and the trauma that me and my family went through.

        I remember this day as if it was yesterday. We were sat in the kitchen waiting for my mum, she was about to get her first scan. We sat there me and my dad having a meaningful conversation about my schoolwork when my mum came down. I said to her.

‘Mum don’t you think it would be funny if the scan showed that you had twins in your tummy!’

She just laughed it off. The afternoon that she returned the scan showed that she was going to have twins.

        My family and me had been looking forward to the day of the twins birth, but the day that they were about to be very close to me they passed away, my sisters, my little baby sisters. My mum had just gone into labour 4 hours ago and gave birth to twins both girls we didn’t expect girls but their sex didn’t seem to matter at this point, both of them being premature and one already dead in my Mothers womb, the other just hanging in there with the help of machinery of course. Therefore, if anything we still had some hope, I was still holding on to my little sister Chantell’s life, still hoping and anticipating.

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        I remember sitting in the waiting room and my Dad came out of my Mothers room and explained to us what had happened, how it was no-ones fault and the doctors tried their best, and I can remember not being able to hear my Dad properly all I could see was the room spinning and it was as if my mind had blocked out all information coming through my ear I could see my Dad’s lips moving and sound coming out from it but I didn’t understand a word of it. I heard mumbles and saw tears, tears that were ...

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