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1 Litre of Tears - 15 Years Old — The Sickness Sneaks In (Part II)

Seeing The Doctor

I go to the hospital in Nagoya with my mother. We depart at 9 am. My little sister is not in good health but she still needs to go to the nursery. This is because I need to go to the hospital... Pity her. At 11.00 am, we arrived at the hospital (National Nagoya University affiliated Hospital). I was waiting for about 3 hours while reading a book nervously. With this feeling of uneasiness and concern, I could not go through the book like always. "I've called Prof. Sofue Itsurou. I'm sure you'll be fine", said Mom. At last, I was called out. My heart was pounding hard. Mom explains everything about my condition to the doctor.
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1 Litre of Tears - 15 Years Old — The Sickness Sneaks In (Part I)

The Symptoms

Somehow, I've been losing weight these days. Is it because I skip meals to do my homework and free research? I still worry about it, even if I don't want to. I cannot help it but to blame myself for it. Giving out my energy is really exhausting. I wish I could gain my weight a little. From tomorrow, let's take some action so that I won't waste any of my plans on my planning sheets.

It was raining heavily. I hate going to school like this. With the heavy bag, and I need to hold another bag, as well as an umbrella. Yeah, just when I thought about it, my knees became shaky, and I fell on a narrow street, scattered with pebbles, about 100 meters away from my home. I hit my chin badly. When I tried to touch my chin gently, I could feel the sticky blood on my finger. I picked my bags and umbrella that are scattered around on the street, make a right turn and went straight home.
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1 Litre of Tears - 14 Years Old — My Family (Part 2)

My Family

Dad. 41 years old. He has a bit of temper and a little fierce, however he is a friendly guy.

Mom. 40 years old. I admire her. But she is stubborn when we touch the vital points.
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1 Litre of Tears - 14 Years Old — My Family (Part I)

Mary Died

Today is my birthday. I've grown a lot. I cannot think to not appreciate my parents. I'll improve my grades and become stronger so that I won't disappoint them. For that sake, in the beginning of this youth, I will cherish it so that I won't have any regrets later. The day after tomorrow, I'll go camping. I must do well to finish my homework, otherwise, I won't be able to go with a peaceful mind. Go! Go! Aya-chan!
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