The Unforgivable Disease Pt.1

My day started off as an ordinary day. It was June something the end of my school year but nonetheless I went to school. Although the excitement of the summer danced in my mind. I was at the end of my fifth-grade year. Me and all my friends were making plans of where to go and what to do this summer, with the limited amount of Independence we got from our parents, before we all had to depart on one of our biggest journeys yet. Entering middle school next year. Little did I know my biggest journey would start when I got home from school.  

I usually got home from school with my mom around two thirty every day. This day was no different. I walked through the front door with my mom following close behind. With the first step I took I heard the house breathing. The silence pierced my ears. Every minuscule tick and click met my ears with a mournful caress. I saw my dad sitting in our front living room. Which set off alarms in my head since he was never home as early as me and my mom. He waved his hand and motioned for me and my mom to join him on the couch. I slouched in the seat next to him and anxiously waited for him to speak. Make a noise. Anything. Anything to release the stress that was causing my chest to tighten and eyes to blur.  

“I’m not sure how to deliver this kind of news.” He said. I felt the pit of my stomach turn into a graveyard. “Your grandma she...she has cancer...she is sick.”

I was ten. I was tied between not understanding fully what that meant for her. For us. For me. But I knew. I knew by the way he delivered the news that this would be something that would break me. Break me. Never being able to rebuild.