When he's there he cant hear her desesperate mother talking on the phone with his dad, -"but who could blame her, after what happened with me, nowone could blame her" thought Mark. Bills, bills, bills... everywhere bills, why does even money exist the only thing they do is make people unhappy thought Mark. And maybe he was right.
Mark was sitting on a hospitalchair waiting for the poke, he had learned not to cry, after all, he understood that maybe other children were worst than him, so he had to be gracefull for what he had.
"This isnt a life for a kid!" "Why!!!Why is god punishing us!" Mark stucked in his bedroom, and thats the only thing he could hear. But it didnt matter cause he knew what was going on, he was 12, they couldnt fool him, he was old enough to know, but that didnt make it any easier for Marks parents. Leusemia is not the best disease.
