I was born on THE 12TH OF July, 1912. (Przypomnij sobie taki film, Born on the 4th of July) I lookED (czas przeszly) 'good' WELL and normal but was 'the' (po co to 'the' - niepotr) sick.
My mother useD to 'say to me' TELL ME 'every' ALL THE time about my death and that my life will BE short because I'm A 'heavy' (niepotr) sickLY child. I loved my mom because she also loved me but I knew that we won't always BE (dlaczego zapominasz to 'be') together. I liked conversations with my mom about death and 'haven' (zle slowo - tutaj HEAVEN nie haven), this 'it' (niepotr) was very 'pacified' (zle slowo- zla czesc zdania, moze lepiej peaceful) for me. One day I felt badly. I had pain 'of' IN MY stomach and coughed 'with a' (Nie, nie tak - coughed blood up) blood, then I was very scared because I remembered what
'said my mom' (zla kol slow - ...my mother had told me).
In THE next week I felt 'good' WELL (you 'feel well', a nie 'good') again and 'don't so sure about I died' (tego to nawet nie rozumiem). THE doctor 'went' CAME-przyszedl) to 'the' (niepotr) our house two times a week and he said once that HE 'don't' (zly czas - DID NOT 'left' GIVE ME many days. 'for me' (niepotr). He said also that I was strong but the illness WOULD 'killed' KILL me. Once upon 'the' A time MY mother brought me to the 'toys' TOY shop and bought me a beautiful red car. This was the best day 'in' OF my life, probably 'will' WOULD have more days 'such as' LIKE 'it' THIS but I died 'in' THE next month. I became a ghost and began 'to' A new life.