"Kamara is at the hospital", Dozzy said.
My heart skipped a beat, the medication she was taking finished yesterday, and I was hoping on buying it next week when I get my first pay, which I wasn't going to get.
Kamara was diagnosed with venous ulcer when she was thirteen years, the same year our parents died. It shouldn't last for long, but lack of proper care made it so.
I was unable to give her proper medications, she lived on antibiotics and medicines bought unprescribed from the drug store.
She've stood strong all those years except on three rare occasions, the first was the time she was diagnosed, the second and third were during camping trips.
Her body started scratching her for no just cause, before long her ankle began to swell. I can't forget the fear I had then of losing my
