"Miss Agustin calm down...her disease is curable. It can still be treated—"
"In what way Doc? Chemo? Doc, my daughter is too young!" I cried and shouted at him.
"That's the only way... I'm sorry." After the doctor left, I fainted sitting on the floor. Grace was just there at my side, to support me but that wasn’t enough for the soldering I feel right now. I don't know what sin I have committed to suffer this hardship. Of all the people in the world, why is it to be my daughter? I can do it, can't it?
This news is very painful and very difficult for me. Why now? It's supposed to be her day, she's should be happy celebrating her day. But damn this bad news!
I just hope so that it should be me instead of her. It should be me suffering that illness, not her!
My daughter is too young to be
