Abandoned little girl:

I was fifteen years old, when my dad was diagnosed with lung cancer. I'll never forget the day my family got the news. I came home from school, I walked in the kitchen door and I saw my two brothers and my sister talking to our mom and dad around the kitchen table. I looked and said, " What's everybody doing in here?" My mother said, Rita, sit down here, we have something to tell you," I looked at everyone in a disturbing way. I said, why's everyone here?" because it was very seldom my brother's and sister, and my mom and dad sat around the kitchen table. Not since my brother's and sister got
married and moved out. I was the only one still going to high school and living at home. It was especially weird that my dad was home during the day. He was a full-time local truck driver. My mom told me that my dad had malignant lung cancer and he only had three months to live. I leaned
back in my chair and I remember looking at my dad in disbelief. My dad nodded his head yes. I also remember prior to this announcement, my dad was telling my mom that his shoulder hurt, and my dad was one not to go to the doctor's. I've never seen my dad ever sick. My insisted that my dad go see a doctor. His sore arm was from the cancer spreading.