Help me...

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Help me. I want to let it out. I couldn't support any further. What was the secret dad do not want to tells me? I go out and ask my mom's doctor. I see him, in his desk.
-Can I enter?
-Oh! Ira. Sure.
He says my name calmly. I enter and ask:
-How is mom?
-Well, your dad already told you everything.
-No. He's hiding something from me.
-Well, if he doesn't want to tell you, I can't help you.
I knew it. I stand up and check the radiographs of mom. My heart skip a beat.
-Her cancer... It growing!
-How...
The doctor didn't knew that I was studying the cancer since I was 10.
-Why!?
-Ira, please calm down.
-My mom is dying and you're telling me to calm down!?
-Listen. I will tell you everything. But please calm down first.
I sit.
-As long as the cancer doesn't touch the other kidney, everything is fine. All we need is just another two months and we'll take out the kidney infected from her.
-Promise me that's all.
-I swear.
The doctor then sit face to face to me. He looks serious.
-But there is a problem.
-What?
-Your mother's cancer is genetic. That's why we need to put some test to look if he's here or not.
-In who?!?
-In you.

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