Chapter 4:

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My mom have been in the hospital for two weeks now and I can honestly say I feel like her time is almost over. I thought she would have gotten better by now but these days shes just getting worst. I sat in the hospital with her all day and we would just talk about things that used to happen in my childhood, it was pretty good sharing these memories with her but deep inside I felt bad that there is a chance that she might be here to share any childhood memories with Zoe. No child deserve to lose both of her parents at such a young age, I know its going to be my lost too but I have to be strong and will be there for Zoe.

" I tired" I heard Zoe whine putting her hands up so I can lift her up. I lift her off and placed her on my lap, I looked at my mother , she was lying down on the hospital bed, Zoe put her hand on my chest and closed her eyes.

" Go on home honey, you two look exhauseted, you guys dont have to feel bad for me and spend all day here" I sighed and gave her a small smile " Its nothing mom, We just wanna spend time you, its not a big deal mom.

Zoe and I ended up spending the night at the hospital, She was wondering why we weren't going home so she can get ready for school in the morning but I told her it was okay she would just stay home and miss school.

-2 weeks later-

monday morning I just couldnt wake up I felt sick. My head was spinning, I force myself to wake up and head in the bathroom, I looked in the mirror and I didnt look like myself, my skin was pale, lips were chapped and cracked, dark circles all around my eyes, because I havent been sleeping alot lately, I been stress from every thing thats happen in the pass three years of my life. Sometimes I wanted to give up on everything but I am not a selfish person, I love my mom and Zoe too much. I wouldnt even dare actually giving up, no matter the worst case secenerio.

I decide to take a nice hot shower before Zoe wakes up. I let the hot water hit my skin, and let all my thoughts out. I didn't realize how long I've been in the shower until I heard Zoe. I quickly grab my towel and exit the bathroom. I pulled her up and kiss her forehead.

"Morning sleepy head" I smiled at her

"Morning, I not sleepy silly" I put her down "come on you gotta take a shower Zoe" "Uhuhh no shower" she said with her hands in the air "Uh huh you have too and after that you have to eat breakfast, what do you want for breakfast?" I walk off with her to the bathroom "Uhhh I want Mac and chee"

I sigh "no I will make you Mac and cheese for dinner, how about pancakes" I asked her I know she loved pancakes "ohhhh pancakes ok" with that I ran her bubble bath got dressed and head downstairs to make us breakfast.

Fifteen minutes later I heard Zoey yell "I finish" and I ran back upstairs to get her dressed, I decided to put her hair in a messy bun, just like mine and we head downstairs for breakfast.

"Hmm yummy" Zoey said taking another bite of her food.

*Ring ring ring*

I hurried to the phone "hello"

"Yes hello is this Ms. Blake Lively"

"Yes this is she"

" we have some news for you..."

"Yes is everything okay? Is this for my mom. W-what is going on"

"I think it's better to tell you in person miss. Are you able to come to the Hospital now?"

"Uh yes I'll be there in fifteen minute. Without saying another word

I grab Zoe and we headed off to the hospital. I ran and told the people at the front desk. I got to the room and I couldn't believe my eye.

"Ms. We are sorry to inform you but your mother passed away awhile ago. We did everything we could but her body couldn't fight it anymore" I felt a couple of hands on my shoulder. The room started spinning around, everything was blurry. Why? I thought to myself what did we go to deserve this. She was the last person I had. Everyone gave up on us even my best friend. And now my mom, she gave up but not like everybody else did she fought all she could and now the fight is over. I know she was in a better place now but I rather have her here with me, to tell me everything is going to be alright. I was so angry. No child want to burry their mother. But I know I had to be strong.

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