a short story of a 13 year olds last christmas
“Anne come down. It is time for tea! “
So tomorrow is my last Christmas.
And I am only 13.
My name is Anne Smint and I have a heart problem. I have had it for as long as I can remember.
I do not like talking about it but my mum says I should write a blog for my cousin who will be born 2 months after I am expected to die. She says it is only fair that he or she gets to know his or her older cousin. I do not see the point as I will never meat them.
No, the only chance of me surviving is for me to have a heart transplant. But that will never happen because the waiting list is taller than Mount Everest.
I suppose it is just as well that I have no friends. Then the only people that will miss me will be my mum and dad. Since I have no brother or sister all my grandparents are dead my mum’s sister (the one that is having a baby,” is a strong Christian and believes in life after death and my only other auntie and uncle live in Australia I do not think they even know about my heart condition.
So this is why I will not live to see my cousin. Why this is my last Christmas.
Mum and dad tried to make a big deal of this year. They wanted to buck us in at Spain for the holiday.
I know it sounds stupid but I did not want them to I do not want to make a big deal of it. I just want to feel like any other 13 year old enjoying her 13th Christmas.
“Coming mum.” I shouted then ran down stairs.