Chloe"I need you to listen to me, Chloe girl, and don't interrupt."I fluff my mom's pillow behind her head. At least the beds at the Hospice house are nicer than they were at the hospital. She's more comfortable here, despite what the underlying meaning behind it is. "Mom, you need your rest. Whatever you have to say, you can tell me later.""You and I both know there might not be a later," Mom says, taking a deep breath through the pain. Cancer is a bitch and it's stealing away the only family I've ever known.I never knew my father, they met while he was in Mexico on spring break, had a brief fling, and went back home to Ireland. She went through a bit of a wild phase and getting pregnant with me was her wake up call. At least, that's what she's always told me. My grandparents, though, thought a little differently of her awakening. They all but disowned her after I was born. Apparently, it wasn't okay for me to have an Irish father."Mom," I sniffle, not even trying to
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