I have had a cough for a few months now. During the first few weeks, I thought it would just go away. That wasn’t the case. My mom has decided that she needs to take me to the doctor. I don’t think I need to go, but my mom looks concerned about it, so I am going. I don’t know why I need to go because we are wasting our money on a little cough when what I really need is to be living in a safe neighborhood with clean air and a park.
“Let’s get going, Kirra!” my mom screams. “I’m coming!!!” I screech back.