Ocupation: Author
Life: b. May 19, 1966
Birthday: May 19
Yes, she is." He looks at me, his face carved in pain. "She is dying, Sara. She will die, either tonight or tomorrow or maybe a year from now if we're really lucky. You heard what Dr. Chance said. Arsenic's not a cure. It just postpones what's coming." My eyes fill up with tears. "But I love her," I say, because that is reason enough.
topic: Pain, Eye, Years, Arsenic, My Sister's Keeper, My Sisters Keeper, Sisters Keeper