Mother

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My mother is dying and there is not much I can do. My father left when I was three and my mother raised me all on her own. I am now twelve and only living because of her. I work at the farmers market and deli after school. We don't get much money since mother is ill and not very strong. I'm an only child after my older brother died of flu. Mother has cancer and the doctors don't know how long she has left. I work hard so she doesn't have to. My teacher always gives me old blankets and clothes to keep us warm on the mountains. We have no close relatives so I can't ask for help from no one. But it's not like I would trust anyone but myself with her life. She is my mother.

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