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A Little Pink Ribbon
The trees swaying in the breeze
dancing, humming to the wind
The array of sunshine bursting into the room
warming me up
everything seems to be following the rhythm of the ball
jumping up and down on the ground
I take a deep breath in and look down at the book
the book that opens the door to worlds
unimaginable, magical
I lose my focus
as my mom staggers into the room
as she slowly approaches me I can sense that something is wrong
“Is everything all right?”
“yes of course honey”
“so how did the doctors go”
“fine”
“are you sure”
“well um…..honey I have breast cancer”
my mind went blank
as my mom started reassuring me everything would be okay I looked outside
the trees stopped swaying
and the sun, which had once brought me warmth
was now just getting in my eye and making me squint
and finally the ball, which once lead as a conductor to an orchestra
was just an annoying racket
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