on december 20th 2006 i was sitting in my moms room with her holding her hand not knowing in the next couple of minuntes she will no longer be there. it was really hard. we were just talking about school she had a smile on her face she was having a hard time breathing but she looked happy we thought we had a month or two to go. i wish i did. i wish i told her that i loved her. when she took her last breath i lost it i was so close to her. it was so hard to say good bye. A child should not have to burry their mom when they are only 17 years old. i should not have to burry her until she was in her 80s or 90s not before she reached 40. she will never see me get married or graduate or anything important in my life.
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