I ran back past the gas station, grocery store, and arrived at the hospital. I wanted to ask the doctors what had really happened to my mom. When I went to the front desk, I spotted the doctor that cared for my mom. I asked him to explain what had happened. He explained that my mom had lung cancer, and that one of her lungs had failed a month ago so the doctors had to remove it from her chest. He said that she was on the list for a lung transplant, but then her other lung failed this past week and there was nothing they could do about it. Fuck. She knew she was going to die, but she didn’t tell me. She knew she had cancer but she didn’t tell me. Nothing would work. She knew she was going to die. It was not my fault! S

I started repeating these phrases to myself and started to cry. The doctor also told me that I could take therapy for my depression. He gave me the numbers of the best therapists, but I forgot I didn’t have a phone or laptop anymore. I asked if I could use the hospital phone, and set up an appointment the next day with the number one rated therapist.

The next day, therapy went well. I felt like I could express my thoughts and feelings to Amy, my therapist, and I let go of a lot of things that were making me depressed. She also found one of my aunts who lived in Wyoming. Amy got my aunt’s phone number and let me use her cellphone to call my aunt. On the first beep, she picked up, and was surprised to hear it was me. I told her about what had happened to my parents, and there was a brief moment of silence. Then she told my that I could live with her in Wyoming!

I missed my parents, and I wish they were still here supporting me and helping me thrive. They were all I needed to have a happy ending. I guess now that I have my aunt, I should be okay, and I think I am. The truth is, when I first got scared, I ran away. I told myself, you have to run away to get rid of your problems. But it turns out, when I ran towards my problems and faced them, my problems were solved.