I noticed Papa had a cough about a महीना before his death. He'd been coughing and wheezing like a madman. My stepmother, Lady Tremaine, ignored it. I pleaded her to contact a doctor, but of course, she didn't want to listen.
So one day, I decided to leave the house in खोजिए of a doctor. I asked people around the village where I could find one, but nobody paid attention to a ten-year-old girl. I finally stood up on a barrel of सूखी घास, घास laying अगला to a horse and yelled, "My Papa needs help! Help! Help! Doctor! I need a doctor!!!"
Finally, a kind, old lady instructed me to Dr. Paul A. Olverman's...
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