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understand how you must be feeling now, I mean I would definitely feel the same

remember since we spent the last days with her, we kept her company, shared our secrets with her but it wasn't enoug

hocytes (a type of white blood cell), it's symptoms are tiredness, fever, easy bruising, ear and nose bleeding with lots and loads of pain. Hers had been rec

scorching sun. Or the times, her nose would start bleeding, even those rare moments her face would suddenly squeeze in with pain. Dad was hardly around and mom made me swear not to

hospitalized was a trauma that has kept me awake at night for years now. She had started bleeding as we ate in the dining, first it was from her nose, then her ears and fi

earing blood on her cream nightgown. I rushed to her side, tried to touch her but at my touch, she screamed more. Dad was away on a business trip and I didn't know what to do, mom frantically clutched every part o

nched cat, I stood aside as they loaded mom in a stretcher admist her cries and screams. Almost at the door,

ing my mom? Is she

I blatantly refused to sleep at her house while my mom slept in the hospital, so I stood my ground about s

hat she would die cause I browsed the hell out of the godforsaken ailment. There was no cure and the survival rate for an adult like he

een hell and I hated myself for not keeping the promise I made to her on that last day we read year 11 Dia, to her. She made

er beside me, sometimes I wonder if I should be celebrating at all but dad and this bitch who's trying t

nigh