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You might think that where I came from was bad. That my life was ruined. And in a way, your right. But your also very wrong. I was never a sad person. Always smiling and carefree. No worries. I had a perfect family, a mother, father, and a sister.
My mother was beautiful. Long, Curly brown hair, and bright blue eyes. She was short, but very thin. A cloud of pride surrounded her. She was the strongest women in the world.
But that didn’t stop her from dying. That didn’t stop her from losing her strength. I watched her slowly fade away.
Cancer.
Brain cancer took her away from me.
When I was 14, I noticed the changes. Her words got jumbled, or mixed up completely. She started forgetting things. She would forget how to tie her shoes, brush her hair, or unlock the door. It was heartbreaking.
I knew she needed help, and my father did too.
We took her to the hospital, where we were told she only had 3 years to live.
3 years.
You might think it’s a long time, but it’s not enough when you know at the end you have to say good-bye to someone you love.
There’s never enough time.
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*****************FLASHBACK 4 YEARS AGO*************************
“Honey, can you grab the dirt for me?” my mother asked.
“What?” I questioned confused.
“The dirt. Give it to me.” she snapped, pointing her finger at the jar of peanut butter.
“Mom, this is peanut butter.” I explained.
“I know. That’s what I said.” she reassured impatiently.
That night, I told my father.
He was a doctor, and by the look on his face, he already knew what was wrong with my mother, but he wouldn’t tell me.
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“Victoria, she has…..she has brain cancer." the doctor had said.
"Brain cancer?" my dad asked in disbelief.
The doctor just nodded gravely.
"I'm sorry." he said, and walked out of the room.
Isn't that what they always say?
I'm sorry.
Why are they sorry? They don't even know my mother. I thought it was funny how when he are born, we are surrounded by our family, and when we die you expect to do the same.
Why can't my mom have that?
Why does she have to leave seeing these nurses, and have the smell of sickness fill her lungs?
Why?
I wouldn't let myself believe that she had cancer.
I was in denial.
"She isn't sick Dad. We can take her home." I whispered.
But he just shook his head.
'No we can't." he sighed.
I knew then that he had given up hope. So I did too, and I regretted in so much.
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"3 years?" I screamed.
The doctor just nodded.
It had been one week since she was diagnosed.
"No. No. She can't only have three years!" I screamed.
I turned to my father in desperation, but all I saw were tears.
I sucked up my courage to look at my mother.
"Mom?" I whispered, lips trembling.
"It's OK honey. It will all be OK." she smiled.
But I knew she was lying.
I could see it in her eyes.
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Three years went by. But she lived to see another day. We thought she was getting better, that she would live. But we knew deep down it wasn't real.
One week later, and I heard the deafening beep of the heart monitor.
I remembered that beep for the rest of my life.
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Amazing Grace filled the air as the bagpipe player stood over to the side of my mother's grave.
That song burned a hole in my heart, and left an imprint in my memory.
Never again would I hold my mother.
Never again.
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**********PRESENT**************************
Shortly after my mother's death, my father lost his mind.
I watched him slowly fade away too, but in a different way.
A worse way.
He became depressed, and no amount of pills could bring him back.
Soon, he stopped talking to anybody.
He barely ate, and just stared blankly at the wall.
I knew how he felt, but I held myself together.
For sake of mom, and for the sake of my little sister Janey.
She needed me, and I needed my father.
But he just wasn't strong enough to hide his pain.
But I forgave him.
I knew it wasn't his fault, and I forgave.
Every Wednesday at 4:00, I went to visit him.
I didn't talk to him, just sat there in the room with him, staring at the window until 5:00 came around and I went home to Janey.
Everyday for 2 years.
730 days.
730 hours of looking out a window.
But I didn't care. As long as I got to be with my father.
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When Alex started to rule, I was sickened by his rules.
Mental patients were to be sent to a "better place". They were to stay at a rundown prison.
I was outraged.
To make it worse, cancer patients were supposed to be cut back on their medication, which I knew could kill them.
Alex was pathetic.
A coward.
I promised myself that from that day on, I would stand up to Alex.
For my mom and dad, and for everyone else in this world that were innocent.
I would do something to make a difference.
I would take down Alex.
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