The Little Things You Do

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Chapter 3:

After last night, I finally had to face the fact that even though I am home, it doesn't change the fact that my life will never be the same.

I fall asleep every night wishing I wouldn't have cancer when I wake up, and when I do wake up, I don't feel any different.

Karma always says everything happens for a reason, but I don't know what that reason is. She tells me it teaches me to never take anything for granted and that I was hand picked by God to receive that reason. It's silly to me, I was hand picked by God to receive something so horrible. If God loved me, then why would he want me to be sick? I guess it's another reason I'll have to wait to find out.


Being an only child has it's ups and downs. I used to love being the only child. I didn't fight with siblings, or have to be compared to them, or anything. But now that I'm sick, I wish I did have a sibling. My mom cries every night because she's slowly losing her own daughter. My dad always sits in his car in our driveway before coming inside from work and I can see he's crying himself. He holds it in until he leaves every morning and he lets it out before he comes home. He has to stay strong for my mom and for myself. Even though my mom and dad are the parents, in this equation, I feel like I need to be. I need to make sure my parents know I'm ok. They try, I know they do, but soon, they'll become tired.

Karma told me that every morning, even if I'm tired, I need to get out of bed, and hug my parents and tell them I love them. She says that time is a virtue and we all, not just me, should use it to the best we can. She says I love my parents very much and I shouldn't go to bed at night before showing them I do. She's right, and that's exactly why I love her.


My bedroom window looks out to our back yard, and that one summer morning I just happened to wake up at the wrong time. I sat up, rubbed my eyes, and looked out my window.

I saw birds for awhile, and then I saw a deer. A mother deer and her baby. I watched as they walked across our yard. So peaceful, you couldn't tell anything was wrong. But then, the baby deer fell. It was on the grass, lying down, and the mother sniffed it. The baby wobbled and wiggled on the ground trying to get up but couldn't. I was speechless, I started to cry at what I was watching. A few minutes later, the baby stopped moving. The mother sniffed it one more time, and then left. The baby deer lay there motionless and lifeless. And that was how I pictured myself when I die. I whimpered in my bed and looked out at the baby deer once more, and soon, I was asleep.




I hope you all like my story so far.

Wow so chapter 3 already done!

It's been amazing writing this and I can't wait for the next chapter to come out!

Love ya!

Thanks for the support <3


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