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how sick she really is and that she might not ever get better. How can someone go from being healthy to that sick in just a few months? Please, God, if you can hear me, please, please, please don’t take my mom. I’ll be better, and help everyone you need me to. Please let me keep her because I can’t live without her.
    August 30th
    I’m really, really, upset right now because my parents had been lying to me for months about what was wrong with my mom. She doesn’t have the flu; she has cancer, and I’ve been spending all my time taking care of my mom the same way she has taken care of me my whole life. I was so excited when she finally woke up because I haven’t gotten to talk to her today, but before I could say anything, I was asked to leave the room because a lady from a place called “Hospice” showed up to make her feel better, or at least that’s what people are telling me. Everyone thinks I’m stupid, and that I don’t know why she’s really here. People talk about me like I can’t hear them and I hate it. I know what Hospice is because I googled it. She’s here to make my mom as comfortable as possible until she dies. I heard Erin’s mom tell my Aunt Jackie that this is a life lesson a young girl like me should never have to learn. I’m not sure what lesson I’m supposed to learn from this, but now I know that life isn’t a fairy tale, and dreams don’t come true and it is not worth loving anyone anymore because they just leave you. I know what I’m talking about because I’m about to lose the one person I love more than anything in this stupid world, but God, who created love, doesn’t seem to care. Lesson learned…
    January 11th
    I don’t know what I’m supposed to say, or the reason I have to write why I hate the world as much as I do, because I think that should be obvious, but if it will make everyone stop suggesting that I go to therapy, then I’ll play along and write down everything I’m feeling.
    On September 1st at 6:30 p.m., I sat by my mom’s side and somehow held myself together long enough to watch her die right in front of me. Every time I close my eyes, I can still see the fear in her eyes as she fought off death long enough to make sure I knew everything was going to be okay and that no matter what, she will always be with me. I can still hear the weakness in her voice as she struggled to tell me that she loved me to the moon and back right before mumbling every other word that I was her favorite everything about life, and I will always remember how it felt to hold her fragile hand in mine because she didn’t have the strength to bend her finger around my hand, but the worst part was watching the life in her beautiful eyes fade away while she looked directly into mine.
    That was the moment my heart was ripped out of my chest and my life ended. It was moment I lost the only person in the world I never dreamt I would have to live without, the most important person in my life and my best friend, and I don’t see why no one can understand that when my mom died, so did I, and there is nothing in this world that can take my pain away. I didn’t even get to hear her say, “One, two, three, sweet dreams,” before she died, but I did give her my last kiss right before I was dragged out of the room.
    Reading back on what I wrote before made me realize what death can do to someone. Not only does it suck any and all happiness out of your life, but it makes a young girl grow up before her time. I’m not sure how long the pain that has found a permanent place in my heart is going to last, and I can’t promise any smiles in the near future, but I will promise that I’ll only cry when no one can hear me, and I’ll pretend life is good whenever any of you are looking just so I don’t have to hear you tell me how sorry you are for my loss, and I’ll even ignore all the whispers about how heartbreaking it is for you, knowing that I have to grow up without a mom. I promise to never