I agree. My mom, Erikah, was a oncologist herself, she will always be in my heart. She helped many people with cancer, too. My life seems like a story, so here:
1) my mom gave birth to me. My birth father was in the army at the time. He never returned.
2) she had a healthy birth, and as I grew up, my sis took care of me because my mother was rarely home. She worked a lot, and she had a promise to my sister (Paris), brother (Charlie) and I (Lilly): someday, she would take a long break from work and we would fly around the world. This never happened.
3) My mom started getting lonely without a companion of her age, So she started dating a man who acted nicely around her, but if put with only me or my sister, we would get abused. Therefore, when my mother died, (Nine months later) he became the father of my sister’s twin boys.
4) My mother and this man, Mike, got married. I’ve considered my life hell ever since. He is so manipulative.
5) my mom got diagnosed with brain cancer. This was a tough time for all of us, especially my mom’s parents. My grandmother spent hours, days, weeks crying.
6) my mom died. We were officially orphans, living with our mean, abusive stepdad. Charlie became a quiet, brooding 6 year old. Paris became the mom we didn’t have.
7) my sister, brother and I talked privately and agreed we wanted to live without him in our lives.
8) my father started requesting a lot of time alone with Paris, my sis and I. I’m not going to tell you what he did to us because that is very personal info.
9) my sister became pregnant. I ended up helping her a lot, and when she had her twins, her boyfriend left her because he thought she was cheating, but it was really abuse. As a single mom with twins, she needed a lot of help with housework and such. I couldn’t focus on school.
Now: we are trying to figure out where to live. My sister lives with my grandparents, me and Charlie with Mike. Paris’s kids, Oliver and Mason, are now 7 months old. They are the cutest things ever. Wow, that officially makes Paris a teen mom, just 17 at the time of birth, and me an aunt, and my freaking 7 year old brother an UNCLE...! Life is crazy sometimes.
Im trying to stay strong. I spend a lot of time in my room, crying. my brother, who is 7, tries to help but I really just want to be alone and die in a hole. My birthday is coming soon, February, and I don’t feel like celebrating. It’s my first birthday after my mom died. I know Paris will do her best to make me feel special, though. I HATE MY LIIIIFE
