"Ugh not again dad!" I say, as he picks me up and twirls me around. "I'm 16!" He chuckles at me and says "16, 6, there's no difference for this papa." He says, hitting his chest. "Dad! Why don't you ever treat me like a 16 year old!?!" I say to him. "Jules, it's not that easy. One day you will miss this." He says quietly. I hated when he got all serious. "Yeah right dad. Just like I 'miss' going out for ice cream on Sunday's." I say, half sarcastic, half serious. "Jules, I have some news for you. I went to the doctor recently. And then another one. And then a really special one. Jules..." He pauses and looks down, "I have cancer." I feel a sob rise in my throat. "No you don't dad. Don't lie to me. You don't. You can't. Not so soon after mom." I say trailing off. "My baby girl, it's true. I love you so much. I'm so sorry. Trust me I want to not leave too. I want to stay with you forever. But I can't." He says, beginning to tear up. "Dad, dad you can't. There has to be something..." He cuts me off and says "my sweet girl. I'm stage 4. There's no hope. They said I have about a year left, if even that." I began to cry. "Now don't cry Jules. Daddy loves you." He said. "I love you too daddy." I say quietly. He kisses my forehead, and then goes inside to go to sleep. I lay outside for hours, looking up at the sky. "Why him? And why so soon after her?" I thought to myself. "Why me?"
