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The Story of a Little Girl
Once upon a time there was a little girl. That little girl had no father but regardless for the most part she was happy. The little girl's family consisted of herself, her mother and her older brother. Throughout the little girls childhood they moved around from one place to another always low on money.
With the pay of a single mother the little girl's family found it hard to survive by themselves. When the little girl entered preschool, life was finally going as planned. The little girl's mom had found a good boyfriend and started going back to college.
From there on everything started to turn around for the little girl and her family. The family settled down in a cozy house in a pleasant neighborhood and all seemed well. For that little girl life was peaceful and the only worries she had were simple.
For years that simple and happy life continued with only minimal bumps in the road. A few spurts of drama, or a rage fueled fight that was eventually resolved. In fifth grade the Little girl gained a new father. For her it seemed like her family was finally complete. When the little girl watched her mom walk down the aisle she couldn't help but be filled with joy.
The groom and soon to be father was a kind man who took care of them, watching out for the little girl and her brother like a real father would. The little girl never knew that this event would be a turning point in her life, the last shred of happiness she felt before the despair.
It wasn't long afterwards that the little girl entered into the sixth grade, moving up the school ladder into middle school. From there on the little girl's life changed. You see the little girl was really curious, and as the say curiosity killed the cat.
It all started one afternoon, on some long forgotten weekend. The little girl's mother was upset and yelling at someone over the phone in the bathroom by the little girl's room. The little girl, afraid and worried, crept around into the hallway pressing her unprepared ear to the wall, attempting to find out why her mother was so upset.
Soon she could make out her mother's words, occasionally interrupted by brief pauses and sobs, "...I can't deal with this right now!... No you don't understand I just.. I can't do this!... GOD DAMMIT I MIGHT HAVE CANCER FOR GODS SAKE! ARE YOU FUCKING HAPPY NOW?!" The world around the little girl started to break.
It seemed odd, what was once so firm and unmoving now seemed fragile like glass, breaking with every move the little girl made. With every breath the little girl took the world grew darker and darker. With every step the girl took the world shattered into millions of tiny pieces, threatening her with their sharp edges and dangerous realities.
With desperation the little girl ran as far away as possible, but she couldn't hide from the truth of the words the little girl's mom had just said. Like a ricocheting bullets words bounced around in her head, she couldn't think, she couldn't breathe.
Days afterwards the girl moved around in a haze constantly thinking and debating. I must have heard wrong, the little girl said to herself. It can't be true, the little girl desperately hoped. Those days seemed like a living nightmare but eventually she convinced herself it was nothing.
At most it was just a tumor on the skin that could be removed simply and without any worry. At least that's what she and her closest friends wanted to believe. After a few more days passed it seemed to be an unnecessary worry, a distant thought that the little girl managed to put behind her with uneasiness. Well that was until one day when the little girl's mother and father called a family meeting.
Together the four family members huddled into the living room and a tense mood was in the air. The little girl's mother was looking down at the floor and it was silent for a bit.
The little girl's mother glanced up looking straight into the little girl's eyes and the little girl knew almost immediately what the mother was going to say. Suddenly struck by the urge to cover her ears and run away, the little girl prepared for the words that were to come next. Cancer. Big fat stinking cancer.
The little girl's mother opened her mouth but the girl already knew what was going to happen. The mother talked for a while, filling everyone in. Breast cancer, and a rarer kind of inflammatory one at that. Luckily it seemed as though the doctors had caught it just in time so there was a big chance at recovery but to get there it would be a long journey.
Over the next month the little girl's family prepared for all the changes. The family went out shopping buying hard candies to deal with the metallic taste that the dreaded chemo would leave.
The little girl's mother cut her hair short so that