Love always here

Rough patching

Rough patch

Listen to Chris take his time.

I learned that

The child is suffering from chronic leukemia, which was detected last month. At the early stage of the disease, there is a high chance of recovery through hematopoietic stem cell (bone marrow) transplantation. To this end, they have searched all the bone marrow banks at home and abroad, however, so far no matching bone marrow has been found. 。。。。。。

Bone Marrow, I remembered my father's urgent call home two weeks ago to lead our entire family to sign up to donate bone marrow.

"Ms. Charlotte, will you please help our young master?

"He's your child. He's delightful, we all love him, and you'll love him too."

My mind went blank, that child turned out to be living far away from me.

"I can get a blood sample tested if you need help. I told to Chris,”I can get a blood sample test “

"No," he said, "we tested ,not match .but the doctor said that the chances of a bone marrow match are also high if you're a sibling of the same blood."

"What does that mean? I just can't figure it out, same blood siblings?”

He looked up into my eyes, "It means that if the young master has a biological brother or sister, he has a chance to get better."

I finally understood, understood that they had to come to me despite the known mismatch of my bone marrow.

I think I must have looked pretty bad at this point.

I really didn't want to stay long in this situation. I picked up the books on the table and left in a hurry.

After leaving, I did not go to the library, but I decided to return to home.

Sleepless night. There were some things that I had to ask my father for in person.

The next day, I went home.

There were some things that I had to seek confirmation from my father in person.

"Why did you come back?”my sister asked.

I didn't pay much attention to her,”Where are mom and dad?"

"Mom went to the gym and dad is upstairs in the study."

I hurried up the stairs to my father's office, knocked on the door and entered,

"Why are you back? “My Father asked me, looking up.

"An employee from the Davis family came to see me at school last night?

"What did he want with you?"

"He said I have a child, and that the child has leukemia and needs me to save it." Straight to the point, I didn't want to waste any more time, this thing had been tormenting me all night.

The sun was streaming in through the window, my father's back was to the sun, I couldn't see the expression on his face.

"Is it true?”

Father stood up and the room fell silent.

"How can it be? You told me that the child died “I could no longer suppress the excitement inside me.

My father took a step towards me, "It was a lie, the child was weak, but it was still alive. I let the child go to that family."

"How could this happen? How could this happen?" My voice gradually trailed off, and I slowly ended down `slumped' with my hands clasped around my head.

My father bent down and embraced my shoulders, not saying a word.

I suddenly raised my head and looked at my father with tears in my eyes, "What should I do then? “

My father also looked at me, "I don't know, I don't know."

I don't know how long my mind went blank, but I stood up and wiped my dry tear tracks with my hand.

Clearing my throat, "I want to go see the boy. Feel okay?"

My Father thought for a moment, "Fine."

At some point, My Mother had stood in the doorway. By the time we noticed her, she had rushed in.

"No, what's the point of seeing him? It won't help much anyway." She huffed at me, a far cry from her usual skilful self.

"No, they said there's still a way."

“Don't listen to them." Mother's voice was full of hate.

I didn't make a sound, and the tears flowed out of my eyes

She turned to her father, "Say something “

"It's better to let her think of herself about something so important."

Without looking back, I run back to my room.