Please Don't Go

March 24, 2009
By Jessica Adcock BRONZE, Warrington, Pennsylvania
Jessica Adcock BRONZE, Warrington, Pennsylvania
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Walking thought the door,
it felt just like any other day,
until my mother walked in
crying.

My parents,
together,
sat me and my sister down
and told us the news…
my mom was sick,
very sick.

The disease
I knew so little about.
But I knew enough to be
scared.

One word
repeated in my mind…
incurable.

Like a chant
it kept repeating,
an endless loop.
Nothing else
seemed to matter.

I then started
to cry.
Was there any hope?
Any chance?
I couldn’t see one…

And then, just as before
a chant broke
into my head.
Three simple words,
“Please,
don’t go”…


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