>Born to die...yes, i am< My Parents had never expected to love me, but they expect that I will die someday. Ever since I was a newborn I have my brother cancer patients donated platelets and blood, so that he 'is healthy'. Just think to get stung a little new born, that same inch-long needles and blood is taken from him.5 nurse had held me as I had given me and I have taken my blood platelets, for my brother. With 6, since it was the worst ever, 3cm thick needles were stuck into my skin in order to take my healthy bone marrow, so it gets my sick brother. I was set to do it all, for my brother. Set to die on it, for my brother. This is why I exist, I am a so-called Disinger baby.                                                                                                                                                                                                               My mother was artificially planted, that I was perfect for my brother to give everything I had. They had also realized this, I die. But not that my brother might die sometime. My mother has already ceased to me and my brother to fight, then my father was just mad and said, 'For what I would otherwise be there?', That hurt. The only thing that hurt is, when I leave this world, no one had really loved me, except my brothers. For that I was grateful to them. I did not care if I die, I die so because of a good reason, with the reason that my Brother could go on living healthy. I loved him and did so willingly and with heart for him.