breast cancer

He came quickly and it was not long before he was only a

shell of former grandeur. At the cough that lasts for

hours. One day, I can not stand to hear it again so I told

my mother that I must go out a little and that I will be

back soon.

So I left him alone there, coughing, wheezing and gasping

for air. My child is a selfish idea, and see my mother must

suffer also. I'm determined to break the back door. As I

prepared for the slot, I heard the door lock from the play.

I ran through the door and found my mother lying on the

fragile land. "I can not wake up, I can not run, is too

low," he said. "What do you want me, my mama, I'll do

whatever it is." He saw on me and said, "Take me. You have

to bring me to the couch." Going down to it, I can not help

thinking he was my rock, strength. This is my mother, my

protector, and now he is so powerless, so vulnerable.I have

to leave. I go back later and realize that I have forgotten

my keys. So I knocked on the door. There are no answers, I

hit again, this time stronger than the first, still does

not exist. I lifted my hand to strike a third time when I

heard a faint voice from behind the door, "Help, help, I

can not get up. Screamed me," Mother, mother, that does not

open the door! "