When I was little, I would dream about fairy tales and the happy endings that came with them, and I wanted one of those happy endings. The
kind where no matter how many bad things happened, everything worked out the right way. But on my fifth birthday I realized that I wouldn't
get a happy ending. Because on my fifth birthday, a virus was released onto the public.
It was called the Praying virus. Nobody knew what else to call it, and in short, it was actually a very good name for it; because
when you were diagnosed with PV, all you could do was pray. It didn't matter the extent of your sickness, it didn't matter if you had the
best
When I was little, I would dream about fairy tales and the happy endings that came with them, and I wanted one of those happy endings. The
kind where no matter how many bad things happened, everything worked out the right way. But on my fifth birthday I realized that I wouldn't
get a happy ending. Because on my fifth birthday, a virus was released onto the public.
It was called the Praying virus. Nobody knew what else to call it, and in short, it was actually a very good name for it; because
when you were diagnosed with PV, all you could do was pray. It didn't matter the extent of your sickness, it didn't matter if you had the
best
