Sugar is another on of my enemies. Mokuba loves it, which is why I cannot allow it in my house.
Childhood diabetes affects one in one in 10 children. It's genetic, a recessive gene on the X chromosome. I don't have it. But he dose, the worst kind. His Blood sugar will be 120 once second, and then 500 the next, with out eating anything.
When we were at the orphanage, they did not treat it, they did not have the money to. So I would hold my brother's hand as he had seizures. There is no worse feeling in the world than watching the person that you love most in that helpless peril. Those are some of the worst memories that I have.
That's one of the reason that I did what I did. He would have died in that place, I am sure of it. One day, he would have had a seizure, slipped into a coma and died. And I would have been all alone in this world, I was not going to allow that.
So I sold out myself, and him for that matter, to save his life, to make sure that he saw his 10th birthday.
He has not had a seizure since we were adopted. Some may conceder it a failure, me being who I am, but I conceder it a success. Because every morning, I walk down stair to see my baby brother eating his sugar free cereal, with a smile on his face.