This room used to have no window and a door instead of that bizarre bar. This room used to be the pediatric intensive therapy unit. In this room my brother Carlos passed away on his 7th birthday.
That night, everything was white. Since then, I can’t stand white, and white spaces make me sad.
How many kids died there? How many recovered?
I felt so much pain when, many years later, I discovered that it was being used as a storage room. The death of my brother felt abused.
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