So my mom and I had a long talk because I got really mad at her. I actually yelled at my mom! I've never done that before!
Mom got angry, I could tell, but she didn't yell at me. That made me feel just horrible because I had been ugly toward her😭
Mom explained that sometimes it's ok to get mad. She knows that my getting mad doesn't mean I don't love her. She just held me tight and told me it's ok.
I can't do everything I want because of my cancer treatments and I get really frustrated and mad!!! Sometimes that mad spills over onto the people around me. Mom said I don't have to feel bad, I just need to understand why I'm mad and apologize.
Mom is still Mom though, she said that didn't mean I get a free pass to be mad all the time or to act up. She said when everything I'm going through builds up and I snap at someone as if I was a werewolf with snapping teeth (that made me laugh when she said that!) to just remember that I love them and to show the love too.
I have the best mom ever!!! And I wanted to work that into my story. I hope it all came out all right!
So now when I get angry and frustrated I go to my room and just howl it out like I was a wolf! And when I'm really happy I howl that out too!
So come howl with me my beautiful wolves, let out all your anger and frustrations, all of your love and joy. Let the night be filled with our beautiful songs!!!
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Sister Wolf
WerewolfCancer was her enemy. Thirteen year old Tammy read all the fantasy stories. Her dream, with all her heart, was to be bitten by a werewolf. She would then heal automatically and be cured of her of cancer. The werewolf who would bite her would be her...