I finally decided to write to my dad. It took me a while to figure out what to write about. it's just so awkward!
I started to write.
Dear Dad,
"Hows life in jail? is it fun."
I stopped there. I did not know what to write about but jail. I crunched the paper up and threw it across the room.
Then I heard my mother crying downstairs. I ran down the stairs like a crazy person to see my mother having another seizure. Her doctor told us that every time she has a seizure she has less chances to live through the next one. This has been her 4th seizure since the diagnosis of brain cancer. I feel so bad for my mother. I wonder how it feels to have such a bad disfunctioning brain, I bet it sucks!
