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I'm here again tonight to tell you another chapter of my story.

My parents couldn't believe their ears; every word the doctor said resonated in their heads like a giant needle that sank deeper with each sound. The little girl didn't understand much of the situation; the only thing she understood was that this had caused her parents to suffer. She couldn't figure out what the problem was, even though it didn't really matter to her; th😘e important thing was her parents' well-being. The little girl felt guilty for all the suffering she was causing her family; she even began to think that perhaps if all this suffering hadn't happened, it wouldn't have happened.

The doctor continued talking and explained to my parents that the test could be done the following day. After giving all the instructions to ensure my parents knew how to behave after the botulinum toxin injection, my parents headed for the exit with their daughters and reached the car. No one was speaking or saying anything at that moment, the silence for little Desy became almost deafening with each passing second. She couldn't stand those looks anymore, she couldn't stand them anymore, especially from her parents, so she decided to pluck up courage and let out everything she'd been holding inside for several years. She'd never spoken, not out of fear of saying what she thought, but out of fear of the consequences—what would those words unleash?

My parents didn't know what to say; they didn't think their little girl was holding so much pain deep inside her little soul. Everyone remained silent. The only thing that came naturally was a big hug, a real one, like the ones you only see in movies. You could feel the warmth coming from every member of the family. In that moment, they had become as if they were one entity, one thing, everyone was experiencing the same emotions at that moment.

The day went by, and as time passed, it was time to return to the hospital again for the botulinum toxin injection. The little girl was very anxious. She didn't know what to expect, what would happen? Would it work? How long would it take before it would work?

When they arrived at the hospital, the unfortunate little family headed toward the ward the doctor had mentioned yesterday. After following all the doctor's instructions, a few minutes later they found themselves in another room, this time more like a small operating room. Seeing all this, the little girl was overcome by a sense of fear, but she didn't let anything show. Instead, she tried to appear amused by the situation, keeping the tension in her family at a bearable level.

After a few minutes, the doctor introduced himself and called the little girl's name. The first thing the little girl did upon hearing her name was reach for her mother's hand. After meeting her gaze and feeling a little calmer, they headed into the room. Unfortunately, my father and sister couldn't come in. The doctor had specified that only one parent could enter. The only thing they could do was vaguely hear the "noises" coming from the room where the little girl was.

The little girl was positioned on a bed, surrounded by two nurses and a doctor. The doctor began explaining the procedure while simultaneously preparing all the equipment and supplies needed to perform this small operation. The little warrior followed the doctor's movements with her eyes, but at the same time held my mother's hand firmly. The doctor's movements stopped and he approached the little girl very slowly. With a big smile, after apologizing for the mix-up, he announced that the spray ice had run out, so the little girl would have to endure the injections without any assistance. This meant she would feel every entry and exit of every needle. My mother was shocked, but in that moment the only thing that mattered to her was transmitting her strength into her little girl's body.

The doctor, having finished speaking, slowly continued to approach the little girl with the syringe. After looking at her and seeking a signal from her, he disinfected the left calf area of the right leg, which the doctor said was the worst affected, and slowly began to pierce the girl's soft skin.

My father and sister, standing outside, couldn't help but hear the little girl's screams. They had never heard her scream like that; she had always been strong, but in this case, they couldn't. My father, hearing his little girl in that state, almost fainted. My sister tried to calm him down, but she couldn't help herself either.