#correction appreciated

[learning-to-think]

Translation exercise

Original text in French: Mon petit cœur imbécile by Xavier-Laurent Petit, the synopsis.

My translation in English below:

Buboom... Buboom... Each morning, Sisandra begins by counting her heart’s beats and the number of days she has lived since her birth. Then, she watches her mother sneak out of the hut to go run in the hills: Maswala, her Mumtilope, runs for the pleasure for hours, bare feet, where even the shepherds do not go with their herds. Sisanda, her, can not run. Neither can she jump, nor play with the others, nor nothing, because of her stupid little heart and its dumb illness. The doctor told her she had a great luck being still alive. Really great. Here, we can not do anything, Sisandra should be operated in a specialized hospital in another country. And this costs a lot... A million of kels! She has counted it would take to her parents thirty eight years, three months and twenty days to gather this much money...

But all this maths are wronged when she discovers Maswala could win the same amount running as fast as an antilope...