Your name is Andrés sánchez. You're 13 years old and you're ill. You often lose the ability to walk, you have brown shaggh and curly hair with unnatural ends and shapes. Your eyes are hazel and you have perfect features. You're skinny because you can't eat much, when you do it's always small amounts. You have scars all over. And you have your ears pierced. Your lungs are also sensitive to lack of air, and you hyperventilate a lot. You don't have money to get the procedure done and your father loves your brother more than you, so you gave up on the thought of living past 16 years old. You have an uncle who is like your father figure. He's always there for you, even on your darkest days hes there. It always makes you wonder why he's always there for you, maybe it's just a coincidence that's he's at the right place at the right time.

Today, you're in your bed trying to rest. Your dad hit you earlier when you had asked for him to get you medication because your legs gave out. You lie in bed, your cheek swollen and bruised. Tears run down your face. Your dad and brother went to the store and suddenly you get a call from your uncle.

"Andrés..." His voice rings out, deep and soothing. "I'll give you a choice, I can make it all stop. Or you can live there suffering" he sighs gently. "I love you kiddo, which is why you need to make this decision" he says waiting for your reply.

Your brother's name is Alexander, and your dad's name is Miguel. Your mom used to abuse you and she almost drowned you after beating you brutally, your dad wasn't there that day but Diego was. Your mom died years later in a car accident. You happened to be in that car, it damaged you beyond repair hence your illness.