Saddness

• Tiffany Vo, Grade 7
• Short Story
• 2010

My mum died from cancer 2 months after my ninth birthday. It seemed as if the world would end.
She was always there for me and every time I needed help, she was there to help me.
Every day when I go to school, everyone asks if I’m okay and I always answer “yes” but inside it’s the exact opposite. Since the day she died, it’s like I don’t know myself anymore, on the outside I’m happy but inside I’m hurt.
Every now and then, when I to the kitchen and other places, I cry tears of joy and sadness. Joy because it were the places of happy memories and sad because in reality, she was gone, forever.
When it’s bed time, I cried and cried until I couldn’t cry anymore. I would miss my mum’s goodnight kisses and how she used constantly tell me to go to sleep.
Every morning I would wake up pretending that my mum was still in the bed sleeping.
Every day is a challenge but I never give up.