I said the spot would be nothing: but I guess that was more out of sheer hope than out of knowing what it was. I am not a doctor. In fact, the sight of blood makes me ill. And you, thank god, you were persistant and curious and stubborn and, yes, I know where I get it from now. You are so strong, as you stand there with a straight face, saying it is just skin cancer and that you aren't worried at all that they have to dig into your forehead three inches below the infection. You are so strong, with the weight of your work on your shoulders, knowing that grandpa is sick and grandma doesn't remeber your name, and I am 400 miles away for the first time in your life. You are so strong, and I pray that I strong as I pretend to be, I will never have to be tested quite the way you have. .
Reason for writing:
for my mother
Birth sign: Aquarius
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