The Angel Within Herself

The 12th Birthday.

I woke up startled with a loud ringing in my ear followed by a loud *thud* and the sound of my mother opening up the door of my bedroom with a tray on her hand filled with scrambled eggs , orange juice and pancakes. She had the biggest smile on her face but as her eyes scanned the room she gasped and let out a small scream. I realised that the *thud* I heard was the sound of my new phone(my very first phone!)landing with it's screen on the floor, upsi ahah. I still had to go to school (sucks) and in one hand I don't wanna get too much attention but on the other hand I hope my friends don't forget that today is my birthday...

I was laying in my bed with my face down when my brother walked into my room and smashed himself on top of my back making me suffocate and told me happy birthday while singing the song (In Portuguese)

"Parabéns a você,

nesta data querida,

muitas felicidades,

muitos anos de vida"

"How are you enjoying your birthday?"he asked.

"I would love it if you could literally get off my back" I said, making it sound like I was dying.

"Oh don't be a party pooper, I was just showing you the weight of my love for you" He said in a sarcastic way.

"yeah right, your love needs some workout to loose a few kg" I answered laughing.

*Gasps dramatically*" Well you've hurt my feelings" he said while fake crying.

"Just let me get ready and go antagonize mom ahaha"

Alex hopped out of my back and lazily went to the kitchen while I got dressed.

As I looked at myself in the mirror I felt so ugly and felt like without my hair I looked like a freak. My eyes started to water but I quickly bit my lip and resumed getting dressed, there was literally nothing I could do and I couldn't go through more treatments just to see the same result over and over again- it took all my hope away and they made me feel like crap.

"Alexis! Come to the front door we're late sweetie!" my mom yelled

We were always late and usually it was my fault because I spent 15min doing my eyebrows, I am a perfectionist when it comes to those things and I got really frustrated when I couldn't get them right. It was like torture to have to do them everyday by hand and it was like a constant reminder of everything I had lost.

I pulled myself out of my thoughts because I was getting very sad and nervous, I tried to remind myself that today my father was coming home and him coming back was going to be great!