My mom was diagnosed with a brain tumor when I was 6 years old. After 9 months and probably 20 surgeries she couldn’t talk, feed herself, and she could barely walk. My brothers, my dad, and I were caring for her like she was a baby. It was tearing our family apart. I had to “baby-sit” at 6 years old. The year before she passed away she was in a vegetative state and made life even harder. My mom passed away two years later when I was 8, just before I started the third grade. I was devastated. I was supposed to be “mommy’s little princess.” I always asked myself and still sometimes do, “Why would god take my mom away.” My life hasn’t been going much better since than. I am 15 years old now and live in a small Mormon community with my dad and two brothers. We are one of the few non-Mormon families around.
2007-04-27
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