Chapter 2: Chapter 2: Shorts (1)

My life is good compared to other peoples, mainly because of the way I put it. When having the two options out on a table between my story and someone's who has lost a parent, or someone who went poor, the second option will always win. But being young and losing people left and right in your family is always a struggle. Wanting to be able to get to know someone better and then have them leave. Needing to choose weather to put walls up or to keep the gates open. I was 11 when my mother was diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer. It was hard seeing someone in pain that you loved but didn't know how to help them. Because one minute they could be there and the next they may be gone. This story is the acceptance of struggles and being put down for something you have zero control over. For wanting a sparkle of good in the world, when you are surrounded by darkness.