Illustrated by Angelica Tao
On the way home, we were already grieving.
After the news we were reviving.
It was like being in a kaleidoscope.
How would I ever cope?
I never meant my parents any grief.
The diagnosis itself was brief.
But the journey ahead?
I’d rather aliens hover overhead.
I remember camp last summer.
The clouds were gone, and life was sunnier.
The kids there barely knew my name.
All we cared about was playing games.
But that was a time before despair.
Now everyone knows and everyone cares.
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