It was 11 years ago when I first saw my
mother’s left breasted removed. As a 5-year-old my brain could not comprehend the
extent of her illness. My first five
years in elementary school she would vanish in and out of my life like a magic
trick. I was too young to understand her situation but my poor grades showed my
pain. She was weak, sad, and it seemed as though her skin turned two shades darker every
hour. I felt helpless and hopeless ..........
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