Im 15 years old. my family isnt the "leave it to beaver" picture perfect family. we dont go to each other with our problems. me and my mom dont go out shopping like other daughters and mothers. My brother who is a year older than me has down syndrome. August of this year my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. it was hard because i couldent tell her how i felt and what i wanted to say. the day i found out i cried for hours. every cancer story i have ever heard always ended with the person dying. i didnt want to see my brother without a mom. i didnt want to see my dad without a wife. the hardest part about it was that we couldent talk about it. and my friends would shy away from the subject. she couldent take my brother to all his special olympics games. she couldent go to my cross country meets. i would cry at night because i just kept thinking that i would be sitting in school and they would call me to the office and telling me that she past away. and that i would never see her again. even if we dont talk that much i still love her and i dont want her to go.
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