It hurts every time my skin is touched; my soft skin feels like paper being cut even when nothing is touched. It annoys me that I can't hold anything. It hurts me to have to change my cream hundreds of times every day. We are not like kids our age. I cannot play with other kids, hold toys, or even use a pen while studying. Medical conditions moved across my face, taking me away and causing sadness. I don't live like other kids, with days focused on the hours I use cream. My brother has a similar fate to mine; however, his illness does not spread over his body like mine. The end of our creams would be a big grief, and our family fears that day may come. Help me and my brother with our medical needs. Through your compassion, you become a lifeline for those facing challenges, offering essential resources and rejuvenating the belief in a brighter future.