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Nothing but love
Nothing But Love
Do you have a little brother or sister? I have a little brother and he’s my whole world, his name is Jacob. Two years ago he suffered from a virus called the Enterovirus. Enterovirus is a viral infection that can cause cold-like symptoms or severe respiratory infection, but with the grace of God he was healed. He wasn’t eating , he couldn’t walk, he was on liquids. One day my cousins and I went to see him in the hospital. When we walked in the room I started crying. I was so upset and devastated that this had happened to my little brother. He was hooked up to all of these machines.
At the time fluid was building up in his body, and soon reached his lungs and he couldn’t breathe on his own. For nearly a week doctors didn’t know what was wrong. Just seeing my little brother so helpless and out of energy brought tears to my eyes. But, then Jacob looked at me and said “sissy”. That melted my heart because he had a really big smile on his face, but you could still see the pain in his eyes. He wanted me to play with him. I was thinking that there was no hope. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. Before you I knew it, I was the one not sleeping and eating.
I was in the worst state and I blamed everyone who came around me, everyone who knew him. I would just think to myself…”Why is this happening. He is just a four year old boy who just loves his family and now it seems like the devil is trying to take him away from me.” Everyday I would walk into that cold lonely hospital room and sit on his bed. When he was awake I use to try to get him to play, but he never did. When he was sleep I would cry and pray that this wasn’t going to be his life...or the end of it.
Everytime I came to visit my parents always told me “Be strong if not for you at least for him.” after about one month of my brother being stuck in the hospital and me trying to help him be strong. He started getting better, day by day he was turning into himself again. He wanted to play ball and I remember one day he told me “sissy I love you, and thank you.” I got on both knees and gave him the biggest hug he’s ever had. Even though he was getting better. Our family had one more major problem. Bills, bills, bills. Our hospital bills were up the roof. We had food bills, medical bills, and any other bill you can think of. When my brother finally got out it was hard for us to do anything. We need food and other supplies for the house. Cheer was also coming up and I told my mom “I won’t do cheer until we get our priorities straight.” She looked at me with a sad gleam in her eye and told me “let God take the wheel and we will be fine.”
One day while my parents were at work, I heard my phone buzzing and beeping. I had more than 20 text and three calls and they were all from my mom. I was shocked and then when I finally called her back she answered her phone yelling. She had sounded like a soccer mom cheering her kid on. She said “ Daeria...you can do cheer.” I said “what!” She told me that our insurance had covered Jacob’s whole bill and we had enough money to pay for cheer. Not realizing I dropped my phone, I started dancing and singing with joy. My mom started yelling at me to answer her. That’s when I picked up the phone and told her thank you. When she hung up I got on both knees and i started to pray. I said “Thank you Lord, you are good all the time and all the time you are good.” I must’ve said that like 20 times. I cried all the way through.
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I wrote this piece after my brother got out of the hospital. He's now seven years old and is living life the way it's meant to be lived. Out of all of the work I have done, this is one of my favorites. I am 17 years old and want to study journalism in college. This is just the beginning for me and my writing career.