One_Special_Hour

One Special Hour A memorable hour in my lifetime It seemed like it would make her die, just speaking it. So I didn’t tell anyone, not even my best friends. At school I would slip into dreamland, nobody there knew that I should be troubled. I put on my best face and paraded around e-high’s halls with some sort of smile plastered on my face. At lunchtime I’d stare at my food thinking that my friends should know. I thought of a million different ways to tell them. Each time that I came close to telling them, I would think about their potential reactions. There would be the normal lunchtime banter going on, complaints about schedules, teachers and friends, and I then I blurted it out, Hey guys, my mom has breast cancer….. Then I would stare at my food mentally kicking myself for having opened my mouth. I chose to say nothing. I remember very clearly the day that I went to go sit with her while she got her chemotherapy. I only did this once because it was too hard for me. I walked down an overly-lit sterile hallway trailing behind my dad. When we reached her room I wished that mom, hair, think, over, hour, friends, bathroom, didn’t, back, after, while, watch, together, thought, room, out, one, months, long, life, lemons, just, head, hard, go, glanced, every, different, blow, best, about, ways, walked, trying, tried, tired