I was Born Without a Heart | Animated Story about My Battery

I understand your skepticism, but life is complicated and there are different things in it. It is very difficult to believe in some things, but as soon as you see them with your own eyes, doubts disappear. That is what happened in our family. Until recently, none of the relatives believed that a child without a heart could be born and live. But it seems that I was born to break stereotypes.
My mother's pregnancy was easy, except for the fact that she was immediately offered to get rid of the fetus, because “they don't live anyway”. Well, it's kind of official medicine was waiting for my death from the moment of my conception till... Yes, it is still waiting! But my parents didn't want to hear about getting rid of their child, even if it wasn't viable.
Somehow, almost by accident and despite everything, I was born. My heart was born separately from me and we were connected by a thin thread - a vein. It was like a second umbilical cord, but it meant everything to me. It's hard to even imagine my mother's emotions when she saw all this. A baby and a heart... Ugh... My hair stands on end at the thought.
But I was incredibly lucky, because my parents had previously arranged with a heart surgeon about the operation. No doctor agreed to such an adventure, which a priori should have ended in failure, but still, dad managed to persuade one graduate of the medical university and he agreed to take the risk, as he had nothing to lose.
It was incredible, but the operation was successful. My heart was placed in my miniature chest and continued to beat in it. No one could believe that this was possible, and in fact, everyone won: the heart surgeon received recognition and respect, and I got my life. I am eternally grateful to my parents that they fought for me to the end and did not pay attention to those who called them crazy. After all, there is always a place for miracles in our world.
Since childhood, I knew that I was not an ordinary child and that I needed to take care of myself very much. I was not allowed to run, jump, fall, worry and be very happy. But I never really worried about it, because I was used to it from the cradle.
When I started going to school, all my classmates were kind of afraid of me. You bet, a girl who can't do anything... it's better to avoid such a person. Of course, I was sad about this, but I also took it for granted. After all, I never knew what friendship is and what it feels like not to be alone.
When I was in 7th grade, our family moved to another neighborhood and I went to a new school. Since I was already a little older, my parents said that they would not warn the school administration about my condition and asked me to do it myself. I was very happy about this fact…
And here's why. From the first day, my new classmates became interested in me and communicated with me as an equal. So, I can have friends? And then I decided to hide from everyone the fact that I have serious heart problems. It's better to take risks than to be an outcast in a new group again - that's what I thought, and did not follow my parents' instructions.
Since then I have started a new life. I was incredibly happy to have friends and communicate with peers, what a pity that for so many years I was deprived of all this. The guys and I drew graffiti in the passages, danced breakdance, and shot vines. It was fun and I hoped it would always be like this.
But more and more often I was on the edge… Since I lied to my parents that after school I was studying in a drawing studio and additionally studying Japanese, they sometimes suspected that something was wrong. For example, once my dad asked me to book a hotel for him directly in Japan, where he was going for work. He gave me the phone and ... you understand, I couldn't help with anything, but I got out, saying that I was shy.
I understood that I was walking on the edge and at any moment my parents would find out that I did not adhere to the recommendations of doctors and then I would again be doomed to gray days and loneliness.
But I couldn't even think that I was worried about the wrong things... One day my classmates and I went horseback riding. We had already been there before, so I didn't worry too much, especially since I really liked it there. In general, I love animals, but my parents didn’t let me near them, and here is such an opportunity.
Everything was going well, I was interested and having fun, like the other guys, but everything ended unexpectedly. My horse suddenly began to gallop like clockwork and I could barely stay in the saddle. Soon, the horse threw me straight onto the fence, and I felt severe pain.
An ambulance was immediately called for me and an hour later I was already on the surgical table. It turned out that my sewn-on heart had come off and was barely holding on inside me again. And the reason was a broken rib, which tore it off ...

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