Blackseraphine

 I can't even object. Because we need it right now.

Multiple storms passed and caused a leak on the roof, damaging the ceiling.

If this gets repaired, I have nowhere to sleep.

How ridiculous is that?

We have an empty apartment unit, but I have nowhere to sleep. The apartment is small but it does have two bedrooms, and I can't use either one.

The leak is right above my bed. I ended up sleeping at the foot of my bed to avoid it. I got cramps on my legs but whatever. I already have blood clots on my legs. What's a few dozen more?

My sister slept on the other bed.

She has her own room but she started sleeping on this other bed. While I tried to sleep in a fetal position to avoid the water dripping from the ceiling. The damage grew and even when it didn't rain I slept that way.

I asked if I can sleep in the empty unit. Both my mother and sister turned mute. I asked a different time, a second time. And my sister indirectly, emphatically rejected it. She claimed she had fixed the leak. She didn't. So I spent– how many months like that? A year?

I finally got sick of it enough to tell my sister, Why are you even sleeping in this room? You have your own room. And she got indignant and she slept next door in my Aunt's unit. 

But I didn't move. I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of thinking she generously gave way to me.

That only changed last year. When I got so sick I couldn't sleep at the foot of the bed because I had a very limited range of positions where I didn't feel the pain. I hated it at first. The other bed felt alien to me. But my stomach pains came and went for months. It was not the time to proud. 

Now I can sleep comfortably. As comfortably as someone could who always remembers that I don't belong here.