16. Mia
Two years ago, I was fifteen and my Dad just discovered that he had stage four brain cancer. There was no way out. The doctors said chemo would mostly give him five years if it works as the tumour was inoperable. Dad agreed to do chemo all because he wanted to stay till I turned eighteen. He said he would be able to die in peace by then.
We had a house Dad bought when he was young and healthy. He sold it and started the chemo. I remember the night Mum found out that we were moving out, she was livid.
“Why did you think I married your sorry ass? It's because of this house. Now, you sold it without telling me? How dare you sell my house, David? You are a bastard…!” She continuously screamed curses at him for hours.
By the next morning, she was gone, leaving me to be his primary
