Back in the heat the heat of the COVID-19 Pandemic, the summer between my sixth and seventh grade year in middle school, my 3-year-old sister was diagnosed with Leukemia. I was absolutely devastated. I was nine years old when my sister was born. I instantly fell in love with her and wanted to protect her with my life. She and I grew very attached as she got older. I would often feed her, change her diapers, and entertain her. But in the summer when she was three years old, my mom and I noticed bruising appearing all over her body. None of us could figure out why. I would roughhouse with her every now and then, but never enough to cause pain, and especially not bruising, I treated her like she was a fragile butterfly. My mom started getting paranoid. The day of my friend's 13th birthday, my mom took my sister to get a blood test. I went with her in order to help hold my sister still while the doctors drew her blood. After the blood draw had finished, we left the doctors with hope in our minds; however, that hope was soon shattered. Late that night, the results came in. I was asleep during this, but from the recollection of my mom, the doctor called her near midnight telling her to head to the hospital immediately. My mom grabbed my sister and left, taking no extra belongings except her phone. I woke up the following morning just as any other, playful, but quarantined. Everything was alright, until about an hour later when I started to wonder where my mom and sister were, since everyone else in the house was awake by then. I sent my mom a text, asking where she was, only to be responded with "We're at the hospital, I will call you tonight after dinner." Worry immediately flooded my mind. That night after dinner, the news was broken to us in full. My sister was conditioned to a six-month long treatment in order to clear the cancerous white blood cells from her body. Because it was during the pandemic, we were not allowed to visit her, and my mom had to stay with her. In September, only two months into the treatment, I began school but struggled to stay focused. Every day I was worried about my sister and if she would survive and could only focus on her. We had to celebrate her fourth birthday on FaceTime because we were still not allowed to go visit. Finally, after the six months were over, our family felt complete again, but not quite together anymore. I became distant from my parents and siblings, my dad started spending more time with a friend than us, and my sister was spoiled by our friends and family and expected everything she wanted. Long story-short, we have one final blood draw left to make sure my sister's Leukemia hasn't returned. She is nine years old, and we still struggle with behavior caused by the privileges she had in the hospital. My parents are divorced, and I am starting to really reconnect with my mom and other siblings again.