That afternoon I did get to go home. I was in the hospital for 2 days, which is pretty short for a new diabetic. I went back to my grandma's house to pick up my brother and take him home, too. I returned to kindergarten in the next day or two, I don't exactly remember. Everything seemed different, though. Everything was different. I hated taking shots and poking my finger so many times every day.
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