PROLOGUE
I've been stuck here in the hospital since last week Wednesday. It's not a big deal.
Just a trip or fall or whatever anybody else would call it. I call it a mess. My leg will be back to its absolute best in no time. I'm trying so hard to put it together, so my mum won't worry.
"Oh, baby. Hurry back soon ok, bye," my mom said shakily as she ended the call.
Ok, now before I continue, I know there are a lot of questions swarming through your mind. Like, why does the word hospital sound so scary? Why is she trying so hard to stay strong? Is she ok?
And so many other questions, I'm sure, are crashing around in that cute little head of yours.
I'd love to answer every single one of them . I really would. But I'll only be able to answer one:
Why am I in the hospital?
If after answering my question, you don't know the answer to yours, then...
Don't worry, nothing will happen to you... at least not yet. I'm just kidding. Or am I?
Ciao.
