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Chapter Three

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Chapter Three

I spent the rest of my morning thinking about what the doctor had said. 3 weeks. 21 days. That’s really not a lot of time if you think about it. I admit that I often think about what would happen if I were to die; would my old classmates be sad? Would any of them miss me? They should be used to me not being there, so would they even care?

I heard footsteps approaching and when the curtain was lifted to the side, I found my parents on the other side.

“Sumi…” My mom started, I stared down at my hands, refusing to look her in the eyes. “I’m sorry. I know you are suffering and I know this is hard on you; I shouldn’t have been so inconsiderate.” I slowly lifted up my head as my dad took over speaking.

“Sumi, there’s going to be a, gathering, today.” Gathering? “And the doctors have said that it’d be nice if you could go, it’s in the conference room just the floor below. You can go and talk to other patients there.” My father gave me an encouraging smile as he said this.

“Do I even have a choice?” I said, sarcasm dripping from my words. It’s not that I don’t appreciate them doing this for me, it’s simply that I don’t want to go and ‘socialize’. I’m perfectly fine being alone in my room—ha, can’t believe I’m starting to call it ‘my’ room—, the TV being the only thing keeping me company.

“It’s just this once, though if you enjoy it, it happens every week. Please Sumi, at least give it a try, there’ll be people your age there.” Looking closer at my mother, I realized just how stressed she was. There were dark circles under her eyes and a slight touch of red; showing that she had cried recently.

“I… Okay. I’ll do it. But only this one meeting.” I gave in. I kept reminding myself that this is not because I want to, but because I wanted to make up for yelling at my mother. Hearing my words, my mom’s face lite up, she looks happier already. I gave a tiny smile back.

“What time is it? The ‘gathering’.” I asked, hoping that it wasn’t soon.

“Late afternoon, maybe around 3 o’clock, don’t worry about it kiddo, the nurse will come for you when the time comes.” That made me feel useless. You don’t have to worry about anything, it’s all been taken care of for you, because you’re not in the condition to do anything. I feel weak.

“Alright then dad, by the way, where’s Allen? He should be out of school by now.” Allen is my brother. This was what I meant when I said I didn’t feel cared for. Because when you are given a choice between a dying daughter or a normal, functioning son, who would you pick? The son of course. Even without me, my parents have someone. That though should have reassured me, made me aware that my parents are fine without me, that they could still be happy. But it didn’t make me feel any better. I simply feel worse. It was like my life didn’t have a purpose.

“He’s at soccer practice. You should have seen him the other day, he was so natural on the field, and their team won 4-1.” My dad said excitedly. I gave him a weak smile,

“That’s good…”

“Speaking of Allen, we have to go pick him up now, Susie, let’s go.” My dad started to leave the room and my mom gave me a hug and a small wave. I watched through the curtains as their shadows opened the door, I watched as they walked through the door. And I continued to stare at the closed door after they had left.

Suddenly three weeks feel too long. 

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a bit of a shorter chapter, sorry guys~ just wanted to clarify with the whole situation with Sumi's family and yeah. 

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