believe it.I didn't want
to believe it. Maybe this wasn't true. Maybe this was a dream.But I knew it wasn't.And I knew that I have to go through this just like my cousin,Susan was going to have the worst day of her life.
My aunt had been diagnoised with cancer when her daughter,my cousin,Susan,was only six...I had never saw her walk or dance.She was going to die.I knew that. Everybodyknew that. But before three days before her death,of what she calls"peace", she became what we were fearing:paralyzed.She was in a half coma and didn't her own son or daughter.It was nothing but sad.I had cried beside Susan who was wailing for her dear mother to wake up.SHe wqas only nine then,for god's sake! Me and Owen,Susan's brother,managed to stir her off to another room.Before I knew it, I was in the car and was keeping quiet in the conversation going on,which broke my heart. "She can't live," my mom said quietly,"she's ready to die." I bought tears to my eyes,but I didn't show it.I heard some paper shredding,and realized it was coming from me. I didn't have time to change my clothes before my cousin,Maddy,was screaming,"She's dead! She's dead!I can't believe she's dead! Oh,I'm so sorry, Thea!Think about sweet Susan! We were there minutes ago! She died when we came to our home and..." I didn't hear the reas.I went downstairs and sobbed as I got in the car with my family.My sister,Tessa(short form for Theresa),was crying silently. My mother had quiet tears running down her face.And dad was silent as ever,and had choked one.
When I came to the house,gloominess was hungover and Susan was just as still as stone,looking out the wonder.She had cried for a whole two hours,but after that she was okay. She laughed with us,even joked and played.Owen hasn't said a single word but he was okay...I was so proud of them.They were so strong.This is what Aunt Sara would've wanted.And I had missed Aunt Sara more than I missed anyone in my life.
(...)...I know it's not short but I hope you like it!!