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My name is Erica Williams. I live in Africa, and I still recall the month that I almost died of Yellow Fever.
I lay on my pallet feverishly, tossing and turning. My family lived in a small hut on the rolling, dry plains of Africa. One of my 3 sisters handed me a small jug of water. I gratefully drank the cool, clear liquid that swam into my parched mouth. My body had an odd yellowish tinge because of the disease that I was slowly catching: Yellow Fever. We did not have enough money to get vaccinated, so our family got many diseases. I had three sisters and one brother that died of Cholera. My mother told me that she remembered learning about Yellow Fever and said that I have an excessive amount of bile in my blood. She also told me that the disease affects my liver.