Why is it so hard at 15 years old? I mean, maybe its just the life I have, but still why is it so difficult? Why am I the one who doesn't have a father? Why am I the one who has to suffer watching my mother dying day in and day out from cancer? My name is Lily, Lily Harper Blackwell, my mother is Stephanie Blackwell, a well renowned photographer here in California. Unfortunately, a year ago she was diagnosed with terminal cancer and has been getting worse by the day. There was just one thing I never expected her to say in her last days. "You need to call your father"