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I had passed nine years of my life, as though I were living the life of a princess. Never had I experienced much pain, grief or regrets. I had always been a happy little girl whose desires and wishes were always fulfilled.

Both my parents loved my brother and me dearly. Our family had its ups and downs and we weren’t particularly compatible with my father’s side of the family, but that slight hitch never came between us.

My family.

I had always feared for my father’s life, for he had the life threatening disease of diabetes. He’d always had to watch what he ate as a little too much sugar in his body, could be fatal. He was always tempted by sugary foods as he, like me had a bit of a sweet tooth, but then he would look at us, that is my mum, my brother and I and somehow he never ate the sweet foods.

My father made continuous visits to the hospital, as he occasionally had a deficiency of insulin in his body, and sometimes he would have aches and pains in parts of his body. Our general G.P, had prescribed various types of medication; bitter medicines, tablets, injections. He was instructed by the doctor to inject himself several times a day, either in his upper arm or the upper leg.

As he could not inject himself everyday by himself, I would set the injection to the correct numerals and I would push the syringe to release the chemicals into his body. I have no phobias of needles, but I am not very confident at injecting someone. I hated pulling out the syringe from his upper arm because I always thought I had pushed the syringe too far. My mother was not capable of doing as I did, as she had unlike me was very scared of needles. She could barely walk into a surgery without feeling queasy and faint and she dreaded needles. She considered me brave as I did this every single day, once I was old enough and I understood what I was doing.

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He fell ill. It all happened very suddenly. Ambulances were awaited outside our home. Our supposedly home sweet home. Men, in grassy green regimentals came into our home. They were led to where my father lay. He lay still. Very still. It looked; as though he was I could not bring myself to say it.

It appeared though I was very much mistaken. He lay unconscious; hence he breathed very slowly which seemed some- what unnatural. The paramedics checked his pulse in various places, and then questioned my mother about any medication he had taken and they also wanted to ...

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