"The first time I had a crisis, and I was already a little bit better, I told my mom that I wanted to go and see a priest because I did not know what happened to my friends, I mean, why they had been apart from me and why they said that my disease was contagious.
Le comenté a mi mamá que quería ir a ver al sacerdote porque yo no sabía qué había pasado con mis compañeros, o sea, porqué se habían alejado y porqué decían que mi enfermedad era contagiosa.