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4th Grade

This year, you got diagnosed again.

This time, the social worker in our school told us.

I asked her if I can talk with her in private.

I asked, "Will he die?"

I don't know why I asked that.

It was very childish.

I felt the warning of tears, threatening to spill out any moment.

All she said was, "He will be okay."

That wasn't enough comfort.

I was worried sick.

All of your curly hair fell off,

and you wore a beanie.

You came to school once in a while,

after you felt a tiny bit better.

I was glad to see you for just those short moments.

Then you just didnt show up.

Again.