After awhile, I quit crying. It wasn't just because I was trying to be strong for Shawn, but also because I...I just didn't have it in me I guess you could say. I was kind of an empty shell of a person. My grandma had told me to be strong...and I was trying really I was, but I just found it so hard. There had been a night when I was going back to my dad's house after we had spent the evening with some of his friends. I was sitting up front with my stepmom, Amy, and my dad sat in back with my little brother, James. I had my earbuds in, like I normally do on car trips no matter how long they are, and my father had been talking to me, and I couldn't hear him over my music.
He kicked the back of my seat in order to get my attention and when I took the earbuds out, he asked me how come I wasn't crying for Shawn, and then he kept badgering me with different forms of that question. I felt really bad and I was beginning to cry. That's when Amy told him to leave me alone. He didn't listen and finally, I just snapped and yelled, "Because Grandma told me to be strong and that's what I am doing!" By then, my cheeks were wet with tears and Amy patted my back as she drove, trying to show me comfort. When we got home, I just went straight to bed, I wanted nothing to do with any of them.
*I know that this is a short chapter and for that I am sorry. For those of you who are wondering, yes this is a true story.*
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Shawn: An Almost Memoir
No FicciónThis is a true story about how my uncle, Shawn, has been fighting cancer since 2011.
