When I Meet You

When I Meet You

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Elsa Delos Reyes have a simple life kahit hindi naging kasing suwerte sa buhay gaya ng buhay ng iba ay ayos lang sakanya sabi nga nila ay "there happening for a Reason" sa murang idad ay kailangan niyang buhayin ang kanyang sarili dahil nga wala ng ibang tutulong sa kanya kundi ang sarili di lang ang nanay niya ay na matay sa sakit na breast cancer at ang tatay niya di naman niya kilala ang sabi sa kanya ng kanyang ina ay iniwan daw sila nito dahil di pa ito handang mag karoon ng pamilya di pa daw ito sawa sa pagka binata. Kaya naman si nanay na ang nagalaga saakin masaya naman kaming mag ina kahit simpl lang ang buhay ay ayos lang nag titinda ng mga kakanin at sinukmani sa palingke kaso namatay siy a noong Grade 6 ako may sakit na pala siya ay di pa niya sinasabi saakin. Ang bilin niya saakin bago siya mamatay ay hanapin ko raw ang aking Ama.
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So I have this thing. Some people would call it a catastrophe; some would call it heart breaking. It also has the name of disease, and heart killer. I call it just cancer. Simple enough as it is, right? Doesn't help that I already had it once before, it just came back to fight harder as ever. I thought it was over. Isn't it though? Don't you give up at that point? Senior year and I'm ready to end my life as a person all together. I'm tired of fighting and might as well give up because there are no chances of me living all together. So as a smart choice I move so when I die no one will know me or care about me. Wouldn't that be the logical choice? I don't want pity. Never liked, never will. So don't tell anyone I have cancer. Ever. Doesn't help that a boy started getting involved with me and snuck under my skin before I even realized what he was doing. What changed me were those few, simple words all together. "I'll love you till the end." That, that was about the time I started caring about life again. And it was all because of him.

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