"Wake up Blair,it's time to go to school", my mom said to me for like the 5th time.
"I'm up,I'm up". I really liked school, but I am just not a morning person. I have never liked mornings. They are definitely the worst part of my day. I got up out of bed and brushed my teeth. Then I took a warm but not to warm shower. I started to pick out my clothes I was going to wear. I decided to wear, my big Holister sweatshirt and leggings. And of course my black high top converse. I was going to leave my hair natural today. It needed a break from my straightener! Right when I finished my mom called me.
"Blair, come down stairs I need to talk to you about something", my mom yelled at me. I walked down stairs to find my mom siting on the couch with tears in her eyes.
"Mom, is there something wrong"? I was nervous and my voice was shaking. As a tear slip from her eye she said the worst news I would ever hear in my life.
"I have cancer". My mom dropped open and I started to cry. I couldn't speak for a minute. It was like my whole life, my dad dying in a car accident, my 3 year old brother that is the cutest kid in the world, just turned upside down. My mom was my best friend, my go to person, my only parent I had left. She is sick, she is slowly dying. I just can't believe this was happening.
"Since when did you find out", I looked up at her, tears streaming down my face. She hesitated and said,
"3 days ago", she put her head in her hands and just sat there and cried, along with my.
"Mom, everything is going to be ok, this is just a thing we have to live with for now". But that wasn't true. I said that to be strong. We will have to learn how to live without her I thought. She is dying and I have to take care of my 3 year old brother. And then all of the sudden I thought about Ashton, my 3 year old brother, that will have to grow up without a mom or a dad. I will have to raise him. All by myself.
"Yes, we will", my mom brought me out of my thoughts. "We can live with this",she said with tears.
"Now go get ready for school, your makeup is a little smudged", she said with a little chuckle.
"Ok, mom". I went back upstairs and to my room. As soon as I got up the stairs, there he was, Ashton, sitting on the stairs, looking at the ground. He looked up to me and asked
"Sissy, what is cancer?" He just sat the looking hopeless. Should I tell him the truth or not I thought to myself. I am going to have to tell him the truth at one point so why not now.
"Ashton, mommy is very sick and I don't know if she is ever going to get better", I calmly said to the poor little guy. He looked at me, all confused.
"But God makes everything better", "Why not mommy?"
"I don't know sweet boy, I don't know". I gave him a big huge and thought why doesn't God make this better. What did my family do to deserve this. Why does this have to be us. Why can't this happened to some other family. Just then Ashton pulled away and and had a smile on his face.
"I know what to do", "we can take her to the doctor and they will make her feel better just like they do with me"!
"Buddy, it doesn't work that way". I feel me cheeks getting hot. Don't cry, Blair. Don't cry in front of him, I thought.
"Oh". He started to cry. That poor little kid, who's mother has cancer and his dad died only a year after he was born. He thinks he has no father. He has only one friend in day care. He is going to be raised by me, only me.
"Come on, you have to go to day care, that is fun right"? I asked, hoping he would say yes.
"I guess so" , he said with a sad face. He got up and walked down stairs. He gave mom a huge and walked back up stairs and in to the bathroom. I just stopped and stared for a minute. I eventually got a grip and walked to my room. I closed the door and tried not to think about what just happened. I looked in the mirror and my mom was right, my makeup looked terrible. I had to fix the black all over my face. I eventually fix it, it looked decent and I was ready to go. I grabbed my backpack and walked out the door. I saw my mom by the door, with my lunch box. And I started to think again. What am I going to do without her in my life. I will have no parents to see after school anymore. I have to take care of a 3 year old and I am only 17. My mom snapped me out of my thoughts.
"Have a good day sweet girl".
"You to mom". I kissed her grabbed my lunch and walked out the door to my car. I sat down for a minute and I thought again about the same thing again. I snapped out of it once again and turned on my music in my car. Hollywood Undead was playing LOUD. I loved that band! I drove to school. What a great way to start off my day.
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Hey guys, so I started to write this and I think it is pretty good so far. Tell me what you think. Thanks for reading bye for now!!
Xoxo,
Rayleigh
