I struggled to open my eyes. "Oh baby, you're up."
That was my mother she held my hand with a worried look on her face. She does this every time. I've had more than 10 surgeries, but my mom still reacts in a way where this situation is new to her.
I tried to speak but my mouth was too dry. All that escaped my mouth was a grunt. "Oh, It's okay honey, " Ms.Smith said stroking my right cheek.
My vision was blurred by the drugs I was put under. The only thing I could make out was the bright, white light that was above my head. My moms ginger coloured hair falling off her shoulders as she leaned over me. (Off topic but did I mention that my mom is Caucasian and my dad is African-American, so I get crazy looks when I tell people that's my mom). I could see the white painted walls and smell that same hospital scent.
" The doctors said you'll be out of here and at home as soon as you feel better." my mom said
Good I thought as I closed my eyes and fell back asleep.
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Just Another Cancer Victim
Teen FictionJazmine with a z is a young, 15 year old, girl that was diagnosed with cancer at the age If 10. She reads these books and watches movies about people living their life no matter What. All she wants to do is the same thing. So she tries with the hel...
