• It was the middle of June, so close to my12 birthday, in knew my mom had planed a "surprise party”. She invited all of my friends; the party was 2 days away. My mom was starting to fell a little sick, but she wouldn’t admit it, she just keep going and going, geting worse and worse. Now it was only one day away, by then mom couldn’t even get out of bed with out passing out, I was getting worried. My dad tucked me in bed and said,"Tommarow’s your big day, and nothing can ruin it.” In the morning I leaped out of bed and went into my mom’s room to get a big b-day hug. I nudged her and said,” Good morning mom.” no answer have I said it agin, still no awnser"MOM!"I yelled shaking her. Still nothing, I began to cry. After an hour of repeating that, I finally faced the truth. I just sat there staring at my mom’s dead body. For tow hours I was paralyzed barley even took a breath. Some guys from the hospital came in the room, suddenley I was able to move. I cried and tried to stop the men from taking her away, I couldn’t accept the fact she was dead. My dad, with tears in his eyes, held me back. After they took her away, my dad let go, I just melted into the floor, unable to even hold my self up. I couldn’t believe it, on the day of my 12 birthday, my mom died.

    We went to the hospital the next day, since she was dead, I wanted to know why. She had lung cancer, and didn’t tell anyone, not even dad, her lunges gave out in her sleep. I thought,” at least she died peacefuly."On the way back home so many things where going through my head. My brain knew she was in a good place, but my hart said” you’ll never see her gaining matter how much you pray, never."I cried again didn’t even get to say good bye to her, now it was too late. That night I had a dream about my mom, crying for help in the middle of the night, but no one herd her, and she died. I woke up and screamed into my pillow.” could this be my falt,"i thought,” could she of been crying for help, but I didn’t come.” I couldn’t get that thought out of my head,” it was my fault my mom was dead.” I keep thinking.

    I hardly ever saw my dad anymore, if he wasn’t at the bar drinking, he was in his room, crying and braking things. At school, people didn’t talk to me anymore; they all thought i was crazy now. I felt so alone, now mom to hug, no dad to play with, and no friends to hang out with, I was as good as dead. Now it had been a moth since "It" happened. Some people at school talked to me agin, but were still afraid of me, and dad was around more, but didn’t talk.

    "Happy birthday,” my dad said with tears in his eyes. It now was my thirteenth b-day, and the anniversary of my mother’s death.” Thank you,” I said to my dad, and then he walked away.” Why am I cursed with this hurt,” I thought. Years went by, every year, harder than the last.Now, ten years later, I was 23, and had a wife named Karen and 2 little,3 year old twin girls Lucy, and Lisa. And yet, I was still hunted by the thought of my mother. We had just got home to from the doctor, to my shock; both of them had lung cancer too. Every night I would pray to god, hopeing that my little girls would not suffer the same fate that my mom did.

    I held their hands crying, but they did not understand why. After that day, I tried my hardest to be the best father to them if could be. Anything they wanted, I would work and work till i could get it for them. If ant day was to be the last, I wanted it to be a happy life. Karen thought I had gone crazy, I never told her about my 12th birthday. Do you know the saddest day in a parent’s life? It is to live longer that their kid, that day was today.

    Church bell rung in my ears, as I saw them carry off one of my little girls. Little Lucy had died from the same fate as my mother. In my head I was back in my mother’s room on the day of my 12th birthday, watching them carry her off. Tears rolled down all of our faces, even Lisa cried but she didn’t really know what was going on, she just knew that here sister is not there. As the crimson sun set in the west, a faint wind blew across my face, all most as if an angel flew by, up to heaven.

    My eyes flew open from a deep sleep as a piercing scream sounded through the house. I bolted down the stairs to see little Lisa screaming in the kitchen. I went up to her and said,"sweety what’s wrong?” “It’s mommy, she is asleep on the floor and she won’t get up," she cried pointing at the ground. As I looked to where she was pointing and, I saw Karen on the ground in a pool of blood. She lay on her back so I turned her over to see a knife covered in blood in her hand.” Why," I though.

    ........Everything Went Black............