The rest I remember like in a fog. Our parents didn’t believe it at first, but for peace of mind, they took my sister to the hospital.

And the diagnosis was confirmed. She had cancer.

After that, the hardest period of our lives began. Diagnosis, exams, treatment. Hospitals became our second home. She fought, and we all fought with her. We went through a lot.

But unfortunately, not everything ends well. Sometimes even the brightest hopes fade too soon.