My mother treats sick people for a living;
very sick people with cancer.
She is the strongest person I know;
my rock in stroms of tears and heartbreak.
One day I heard her sobbing in her room
when she thought no one was listening:
A 14 year old boy had died in her care,
and I watched as she drowned in her own helplessness.
So I said nothing and wrapped my arms around my sobbing mother
and let her be a child for once
in the arms of her own daughter.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 10:46 AM UTC
My mother treats sick people for a living;
very sick people with cancer.
She is the strongest person I know;
my rock in stroms of tears and heartbreak.
One day I heard her sobbing in her room
when she thought no one was listening:
A 14 year old boy had died in her care,
and I watched as she drowned in her own helplessness.
So I said nothing and wrapped my arms around my sobbing mother
and let her be a child for once
in the arms of her own daughter.
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