Meeting Cyann

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Cyanns POV

"Cyann," My mothers voice croaks from her hospital bed. I look at her with my tears threatening to spill. I was the only one in the room, my father, well who knows where he is."Yes mom?" I say, not able to fake a smile. "It's going to be okay," She says. I know she's lying. It won't be okay. Her death is inevitable. She was diagnosed with Stage 4 breast cancer, I know she won't make it, but I still have this immature hope that she will. She stares at me, and I can't help but look away. I look towards the mirror and my appearance makes me cringe. My, normally curly, black hair was frizzier than ever, my eyes blood shot read.

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