When i get home my mum isn't there again, i sigh in relief and thought 'no roasting for me' i cleared up our blankets up to my room and hovered up our crumbs from our breakfast biscuits then i burnt the note that mum left me (she will probably come home drunk and will forget he was here)
i sit on the floor thinking ' my beautiful Amelia has just 6 weeks to live, 6 weeks how will we cope, we will cope i will cope, for him i will do it, we will help Amelia get through this we will do what ever she wants us to do. she will never get to be a mother, a wife, an auntie, a grandma, she would have made a wonderful mother and a beautiful bride' i burst into tears and my mum walks through the door, this is all i need.
'what is wrong with you?' she says as she saunters into the house packed with shopping and bags of clothes she has ridiculous heals on and stupid make up she looks orange with horrid red pouty lips and her dirty greasy blond hair piled on top of her head she looks ridiculous i sadly reply 'it is Amelia' 'who the fuck is Amelia?' she shouts at me 'i cant keep up with your friends how did you fall out with the bitch this time?' 'Amelia is Liam's 9 year old sister she is dying of leukemia you have to be the worst mother ever you really don't give a shit do you' i shout back 'ohh' she says and goes up stairs
i leave and go and see amelia and liam and i tell him my idea to right a list of what she wants to do she rights 5 things
1) go to Disney land
2) eat at her favorite restaurants every Saturday
3) go and meet the wanted
4) to know that we will still love and remember her
number 5 shocked me and Liam
5) to be the bridesmaid at mine and Liam's wedding
and we agreed to all five of them
