As the only cancer survivor in my family, my mother did what her father could not, what two of her nieces could not, and what her mother-in-law could not. It is a blessing waking up in the morning to my mother’s voice, but nobody knows the toll an occurrence like this takes on one’s family, because believe me when I say that you do not know what you are up for. At a young age, I never told anyone about the issues that haunted me at home such as how my mother was, because as far as anyone other than family was concerned she had a non-life threatening hernia and nobody had anything to worry about. As far as any teacher was concerned I never suffered from depression as I was emotionally unable to speak of my experiences and allow them into the emotional hole I so wished of escaping. As far as any friend knew anything we merely grew apart when we transitioned schools, because even the closest of friends were never told why I started acting so differently. Never was anyone informed about the shameless egocentric boss who required my father to involuntarily work lengthy hours, so that his mechanic shop could be more profitable and nor were they aware that my parents would not allow my brother to take a hiatus from college to help at home, because …show more content…
Until then, I would sit with my mother hours on in with nothing, but hope that I may get to see a glimpse of her beautiful, contagious smile that could make me reminisce and momentarily forget what we were going through. However, even that rarely occurred and instead I would be emotionally scarred as the sole witness to the her constant barrage of tears. I was never the one who was crying, because at such a key period of development I taught myself not to succumb to my emotions. As my mother’s eyes balled all I could ever do was attempt to morally support her with all the usual cliché phrases you would tell someone in her