I was 14 when the doctors found that I had a brain tumor. They said I had 50% chance of living, but here I am now 16. I have never thought this was how I would think of my childhood memories.
My mother cried for days. She was afraid of losing me.
"Why don't you go and hangout with a friend like a real teenager?" My mom questioned.
"Is that what life means to you, your dying daughter going to a friends?" I snapped.
My mom just looked away. I knew that she didn't like me talking about death she never did.
It was Sunday my mom made go to a church/support group type thing. I absolutely hate it. I've missed a few because I refused to leave the house. And my mom never wanted to force me to do anything.
I did worry about my moms thoughts about me, my depression, and my dying days.
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The Sight In Your Eyes
Ficção AdolescenteChapter 1 I was 14 when the doctors found that I had a brain tumor. They said I had 50% chance of living, but here I am now 16. I have never thought this was how I would think of my childhood memories. My mother cried for days. She was afraid o...
