• My name is Faith, and im what people know as Terminal. Sure when people find out that i am most likely going to die they're upset and sympathetic, but i don't mind. My only wish is that my parents would watch me die o i wouldn't be alone. Not my step-parents, my real parents. I'm sure your thinking That's so sad but really, it's not. I loved my step-family. They were good to me, i just want my parents.
    When i was born they thought i was dead, so, while my parents were told, i was taken down into the morgue for them to find out why i died. Ten minutes later, after my parents left, the doctor came down and found me screaming my head off from the cold. They automatically ran out to find my parents, but they were no where to be found. Their apartment was empty, no address, and no friends were told. So i was shipped off to a foster family who loved me.
    When i was five i came back to the hospital, and ended up staying there as if it was my home. After a few months my foster family didn't come back, and they gave the hospital some signed papers saying they didn't want me anymore. It went on like this until i became ten. This family wanted me dispite my flaws. When i got sick again, they took me in and my parents sat with me to find out that im terminal.
    They all held me close and we all cried. Then one day the people from Make A Wish program came and asked me my one wish, and it was that i wanted my real parents. They looked, and looked, and looked soon they found them, but they didn't want me. They now were divorced, married again (for the third time for mom), and now had kids.
    My heart broke, and i stopped fighting. Soon my kidneys quit, then my liver, breathing became a struggle. I died a month after the news. My death wasn't like you see it on the tv. It's a lot more painful until you get the morphine. I didn't scream i sat there in pain. It was nice to know that living wouldn't hurt me anymore. I didn't mind my illness murdering me in my own bed. My foster family stood, and one by one they had to leave as i slowly died in the bed. My tears fell, and i didn't wipe them away. I felt death taking its toll on my body. My breathing slowed, and i slowly died in the same place i was born and left alone for the rest of my life ahead.