Camille Delgado - Grade 7, Incarnation Catholic School
Dottie Yeck Writing Contest
That day hit me like a truck. I remember everythingâ€¦ it all happened so fast. One blink and my life crashed. It was a regular school day, I rode the bus with my brother, learned some, went to my classes, and went home. When I first walked into the door, I knew, something was wrong. There seemed to be an unwanted presence. I saw my dad shushing my brother and me, and my mom sobbing into the phone. â€œYour grandma has cancer,â€ my dad whispered. At the time, I didnâ€™t know what cancer was. I knew it was something bad, though.
Later that night, my mom walked into my room and so I asked her what Dad meant earlier. My mom smiled at me but I knew her well enough that it was obviously forced. My mother gently replied, â€œYour Grandma Letty (who lived in the Philippines) has breast cancer. Itâ€™s not bad, but I would like to be with her to help her through this. Iâ€™m going to leave for a couple weeks. Now, youâ€™re going to have to be more helpful around the house, okay?â€ I nodded. That scared me. It was the middle of the school year, and I needed help with my subjects. Even though I was only ten, I knew that this was more important than school so I smiled at my mom.
The next few days I had to straighten up. Nevertheless, I was terrified, though through it all, I never missed a chance to make my family smile and laugh. I was very optimistic with my family. I tried my best to be strong, even though I wasnâ€™t really happy that my mom was leaving. Iâ€™d never been away from her. Although I wasnâ€™t only nervous about my mom leaving, I was also worried about my grandmother. I saw all the stories about cancer on the news, but I never took the time to listen. I was scared. I knew it was some type of disease that could kill you, and I wasnâ€™t really sure about her state of health.
Weeks went by, my mom would call here and there about the progress. While she was gone I helped out very much around the house. It was only my dad, brother, and myself. My brother was five and he couldnâ€™t get himself dressed or fed. I became my younger brotherâ€™s advisor. I helped my dad cook and clean.
One day we got a call from mom. I saw the smile that spread on my dadâ€™s face. He gave me the phone and my mom said, â€œGrandmaâ€™s better.â€ Words canâ€™t even explain how happy I was. That day I learned something about myself that I never knew before. I found optimism in myself that I didnâ€™t know I possessed. I thought about how I grew a great deal in those short three weeks. I learned that the situation required more optimism, faith, and courage in myself.