Dear Mommy

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Dear Mommy, 

    Well I am 14. I am getting older. Things are going wrong mommy. Papa started drinking. He gets scary sometimes. He comes home late every night. 

   He cries and yells at me. He said it's my fault you are dead. He said that if I hadn't been born the cancer wouldn't have spread and wouldn't have killed you instantly. 

   Aunt Brenna told me that when I was born my head rubbed against the cancer and as I came out I spread the toxins of it. Aunt Brenna said you died the next night.

    The doctors told you how you were gonna be dead and that your only request was to hold me, so the doctors let you. 

  Aunt Brenna and my cousins have been over a lot lately. They try and talk papa out of drinking so much but it doesn't help. It always ends up in him yelling and storming out of the house. 

   Why can't you be here mommy. The time I need you most you can't be here. I didn't know what to do when I first got my period, or how to dress on my first day of school my freshman year. Mommy I need you so much.