DANTE

"Mama!" I beam.

I barely get the word out before she’s in my arms. I hug her tightly, arms wrapping around her thin frame. She’s so much thinner now. My mood switches instantly as sadness claw over me. The cancer has is eating her alive. Did I really make the right decision accepting her choice?

Holding her now, I'm questioning that choice. If I had fought with my siblings, she would be taking treatments and maybe even recover.

When we pull apart, her eyes are ...