way to pay the bills. I feared that we would be out on the streets, but Grandma helped us out. She got us a place and back on our feet. I was devastated when I found out she had died. She had gone in her sleep, a good way to die. Painless, easy. Life is much harder while death come quickly. I was twelve.

This day came quickly, all too quickly to me. I remember it like it was yesterday. Seeing the taxi cab pull up to the driveway really shocked me, seeing my father walk out almost knocked me over. I was fourteen when he returned the for the first time. He stayed a for a few months, I knew he would stay.

My mother had been complaining about cramps in her lower abdomen for quite a while. When she finally had it check out, it turned out to be a ovarian cyst. It was very large at the time and when checked for the second time it was noticed that it may be cancerous. The test results came back positive. My father left soon after he heard the news, I guess he couldn’t handle it. The pressure maybe, us probably, my mom’s medical bills, defiantly. 

For an ex-marine, he really was not man, let a lone a father; which he managed to screw up pretty good. It hurt, it hurt like hell when he left but I got over it. We all did. Just as things started to actually go good for once in our lifetime, tragedy struck; once again. It always happens to me. My mom’s cancer got worse and spread throughout her entire body. I knew she didn’t have much