We had known each other for about as long as it was possible for two kids to know each other, almost as long as we had known our own parents. Milana may have just been the sick girl to everyone else, but to me, she was my best friend. All anyone in the neighbourhood knew was that, yes, Milana Mei? She’s that girl with all of the medical problems, right? And that’s how she remained: the sick girl. To most people, acquaintances and such, there was really nothing else of relevance to note about Milana. She was just a sickly girl, that was who she was. Artwork by For about as long as I’d known her, Milana Mei had been sick.
