I know as a sophomore in high school I shouldn't miss little notes from Mom in my lunch box. A short little note that would say "Have a spectacular day!". On the first day of fall she would put at the bottom a count down on how many days left till Christmas break or something silly like that. Well, she used to. She died three months ago from pancreatic cancer.
I still remember the day the doctor told me that it was very uncommon fro someone as young as my mom was to get this kind of cancer. Then he told me that there is only a two percent chance of her surviving because of the kind of cancer she has. It can't be detected until it's too late.
I pushed myself away from the lunch table. I gave the usual lame excuse that I "I needed some air." to my friends and walked outside. The only person who thought anything of it enough to follow me outside was my boyfriend. He was the only person I told about my mom because it was just too hard to talk about and still is. He was there at the hospital the night that she died and he was the one who eventually had to pull my off my mother's body. I look deeply into his caring blue eyes and by the look of concern on his face I knew that I had already started to cry. I cried so often I could barely tell anymore. He pulled me into his arms and began stroking my hair. I tried to pull away mumbling some excuse about getting mascara on his football jersey. He just pulled me back and told me I was more important which made me cry harder on his shoulder.
"I miss her so much, Louis." "I know you do, babe,I know you do."
