Having to take care of your mother when your thirteen is hard to do. My mom was about five feet nine inches tall and had deep brown eyes and hair. She used to dance and sing in the St. John Fisher Choir. One year after I was born she got cancer. It was a rare cancer that only a few doctors ever have studied about. It was a sickness that changed my life forever.

 During the first few years of my life, we were staying in evergreen park. My house was small, it was only one floor with two bedrooms, but it was enough. My Aunt lisa would come and watch me and my sister while my mom was in the hospital. She was short and had that typical Italian look.

when I was about five years old we moved into my current house in oak lawn. It has three bedrooms and two floors. It's huge compared to my old house. I attend st. Linus grammar school from kindergarten all the way through eighth. I would spend most Summer's at my cottage having a blast with my cousins. Things were crazy most of the time because there were twenty-six of us in total. People would think we were crazy for putting up with that many kids.

Over the years my mom had seizures but they weren't bad. They weren't like the type of seizures that people usually think about, she would lose consciousness and put her head down and that was it.

It wasn't until October, 2014 when the cancer came back with a kick. Day by day she started losing the left half of her body. By December she had no control over her left leg or arm. She was able to live for a whole year. One bad day, January 22, 2015, she passed away while I was at a Marist hockey game. She passed at 9:12 P.M. We got back to the house in a hurry. People were there for hours. The funeral was really sad and terrible. I got sick whenever I stepped into the main room. People were comforting me but that only made things worse. It was an adventure that no one should ever have to go through.