Mum

For the last 2 years i have been dreading each day until one day where the dreading stoped. So did part of me. My mum was diagnosed with cancer when i was about 5 but when i was around 9-10 it got extremly worse. I used to think it was me. I thought i trigered it off again. This story all starts when i refused to hover the floor.

I was on the computre talking to my boyfriend. "could you come and help me by doing to hovering" my mum shouted. "Not now! Im busy il be there in a minute." I moaned. 5 minutes later i am still chating away knowing nothing of the next dreadfull event which changed my life. "Fine you obviouly don't care about your mother" my mum shouts. I type brb then get up and walk over to my mum. By the time i get there she is in the cubord about to lift the hover out, but then that sacred moment in time happens i hear a pained screach coming from my mum. I rush too her too see whats wrong. She pushes past me and lies down on the sofa. She starts crying. I ask her what happened.