I “Don’t worry, everything will be fine,” that’s what everyone said. I hated that phrase. I was about ten when the signs started to appear. One minute I was fine, sitting in my same spot in the minivan, right behind mom. Just watching the dark silhouettes of trees pass in the window. Then it would hit. My throat would close up on me. My body burned like a rapidly spreading forest fire. Sweat poured from every pore of my little elementary school body. My body had turned on me. I felt the muscles in my throat clench, as if invisible hands were grasping around my neck. I couldn’t breathe. My young lungs, though weak with asthma, longed to inflate and just exhale. My body quaked. My chest pulsated so fast that I became nauseous. Though it lasted only minutes, hours seemed to pass by. It wasn’t until the fifth time, that my health was in question.
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