Luke

February 10

February 10, 2018
Morning

I woke up feeling good and relaxed. My dad came over after a few minutes telling me that breakfast was ready. But before that, he greets me Good Morning and hugged me tight. He smiled when he closes the door,  he said he'll be waiting for me downstairs. I know his smile waved out the moment he closes the door. Can't blame him. Mom just passed out. I almost gotten myself killed. The pain doubled the moment I committed a failed suicide. But he manage to smile in front of me. He must be a brave man.

- luke

February 10, 2018
Afternoon

I helped dad in cleaning the house after breakfast. He's silent for the rest of the work. Though not completely silent but he utter words in some ways enough for us to communicate. The place was gloomy and I can remember my mother laying on that bed being hugged by my father while I go in the kitchen preparing some meals. Now I'm resting in my room.

Mom suffered from cancer and the doctor said that the disease is killing mom faster than the normal rate. Her cells are being destroyed by the rapid increase of her disease. She undergoes chemotherapy, and I can't manage to smile at mom seeing her with bald head. The doctor said that the process would kill the disease inside her but her hair would fall. It was painful for mom, she's sometimes weak, sometimes strong, sometimes brave, sometimes down. The pain was killing her. I often see her in her room crying. I don't know what to do.

I was scolded at school for being inattentive, I would often be sent to the dean's office for being uncooperative in class. Much more during Math class where I often draw in the back of my notebook. Sometimes, I didn't notice that my professor is at my back looking down at my sketches and bluttered out: "I'm afraid this is not an art class Mr. Valdez."

- luke