She was three years when they diagnosed her with acute leukemia. She did not understand all the words, she feared the pricks given countless times and drawing blood to see if cells stopped multiplying. Her eyes, black holes of dead stars, her head did not sense the absence of black curls needed to pet …She slept as though she fought death every night between piercing needles and cries…Then it all stopped. She was in remission! Finally she could sleep I thought , till she brought me a needle and begged me to prick her …the pain made her sleep……or so she believed…..