Its about a rebellious teenage girl with serious troubles.
This is the very beginning.
Is it good?
Any advice?
CALLIE MAY WILLOW.
Life isn't always rainbows, sunshine and lollipops. Sometimes bad things happen, and there's nothing we can do about it. You may feel like the world is crashing down on you, and you’ll never be happy again. But the truth is you have to get over the bad and enjoy the good whilst you can, because you see; lifes too short for tears.
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I remember clearly being sat there; on that awful, plastic blue chair, in that awful, sickly building, surrounded by that awful, clean smell. I was looking straight into the weak eyes of my Father. My Dad wasn't awful, but the powerful thing inside him was. Cancer. And he was dying, every single part of him was dying slowly, one by one. I was only 7, but I knew everything that was going on. I wasn't stupid. My Mum wasn't in the ward, she was 'taking a walk'- probably crying in a toilet cubicle. I didn't cry when I found out it was terminal cancer. I didn't do anything. I didn't say anything for the whole 6 months actually.
I was in my own little bubble, my own world, where everything was better. In my world Mummy didn't cry every night. She didn't forget to wash and feed me. She didn't forget to kiss me goodnight. She didnt forget to tuck me in. She didn't forget to help me with schoolwork. She actually loved me . In my world, my Mummy was the best Mummy ever. And also in my world, Daddy was healthy, fine and caring and he was never in any hospitals. He was back to his happy, kind, lovely self.
Anyway, I was sat on the chair feeling scared and lonely, when my father slowly reached out and took my hand. He gently
squeezed it and peered into my eyes.
"Ca... Cal-lie?" his helpless voice croaked. Thats where the main tumor was, in his throat.
"Yes Daddy?" I smiled.
"I just want to let you know..."
His breaths got shallower.
"I'm going to leave you now, and go... to a better place, but you'll join... me one day, when you're old... enough."
"Okay Daddy."
"I... love you... darling."
His eyes closed and his breathing stopped.
"I love you too." I whispered in his ear.
Then the first tears filled up in my eyes. My Daddy had been taken away from me. He was gone, forever.
For what seemed like hours, I stared at his loving, cold face, still holding onto his lifeless, limp hand. I didn't want tolet him go. But then the doctors and nurses all surrounded him, writing things on notepads and turning off machines. My silent tears of grief brokeinto ugly, harsh sobs. One of the nice Nurses put their arm around me, and told me it would be okay, but that was a lie. It wouldn’t be okay. Nothing would be okay without Daddy in my life. Nothing would ever be the same again. So I rebelled against her lie. I broke free of her grip and ran out of the doors, then raced down the ward and and down some stairs until I found an empty corner where I could sit and cry, alone. I curled up into a ball on the cold, hard floor, recalling happy memories of my earlier childhood, with Dad. Then I heard my Mum. A shrieking, painful cry of absolute heartbreak and agony, filled the whole hospital. Thats why I remember it clearly. Days like that are hard to forget.
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This is the very beginning.
Is it good?
Any advice?
CALLIE MAY WILLOW.
Life isn't always rainbows, sunshine and lollipops. Sometimes bad things happen, and there's nothing we can do about it. You may feel like the world is crashing down on you, and you’ll never be happy again. But the truth is you have to get over the bad and enjoy the good whilst you can, because you see; lifes too short for tears.
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I remember clearly being sat there; on that awful, plastic blue chair, in that awful, sickly building, surrounded by that awful, clean smell. I was looking straight into the weak eyes of my Father. My Dad wasn't awful, but the powerful thing inside him was. Cancer. And he was dying, every single part of him was dying slowly, one by one. I was only 7, but I knew everything that was going on. I wasn't stupid. My Mum wasn't in the ward, she was 'taking a walk'- probably crying in a toilet cubicle. I didn't cry when I found out it was terminal cancer. I didn't do anything. I didn't say anything for the whole 6 months actually.
I was in my own little bubble, my own world, where everything was better. In my world Mummy didn't cry every night. She didn't forget to wash and feed me. She didn't forget to kiss me goodnight. She didnt forget to tuck me in. She didn't forget to help me with schoolwork. She actually loved me . In my world, my Mummy was the best Mummy ever. And also in my world, Daddy was healthy, fine and caring and he was never in any hospitals. He was back to his happy, kind, lovely self.
Anyway, I was sat on the chair feeling scared and lonely, when my father slowly reached out and took my hand. He gently
squeezed it and peered into my eyes.
"Ca... Cal-lie?" his helpless voice croaked. Thats where the main tumor was, in his throat.
"Yes Daddy?" I smiled.
"I just want to let you know..."
His breaths got shallower.
"I'm going to leave you now, and go... to a better place, but you'll join... me one day, when you're old... enough."
"Okay Daddy."
"I... love you... darling."
His eyes closed and his breathing stopped.
"I love you too." I whispered in his ear.
Then the first tears filled up in my eyes. My Daddy had been taken away from me. He was gone, forever.
For what seemed like hours, I stared at his loving, cold face, still holding onto his lifeless, limp hand. I didn't want tolet him go. But then the doctors and nurses all surrounded him, writing things on notepads and turning off machines. My silent tears of grief brokeinto ugly, harsh sobs. One of the nice Nurses put their arm around me, and told me it would be okay, but that was a lie. It wouldn’t be okay. Nothing would be okay without Daddy in my life. Nothing would ever be the same again. So I rebelled against her lie. I broke free of her grip and ran out of the doors, then raced down the ward and and down some stairs until I found an empty corner where I could sit and cry, alone. I curled up into a ball on the cold, hard floor, recalling happy memories of my earlier childhood, with Dad. Then I heard my Mum. A shrieking, painful cry of absolute heartbreak and agony, filled the whole hospital. Thats why I remember it clearly. Days like that are hard to forget.
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