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A Happy Belated Halloween!

Hello My Beauties~

To begin, I must strongly and sincerely apologizefor my absence these past few weeks. October is a rather hectic month for meand my family. It is, as we all know, Breast Cancer Awareness month. Part of mymother’s career is to travel and tell her story of her breast cancer survival.October is when she is requested the most to speak in certain areas of the U.S.She is gone practically all month travelling, and when she is home, she worksher behind off (is it isn’t bad form to admit publically) and whatever energyshe has left, she uses to take care of her family. She is truly a very strongwoman. However, her absence in our household effects many aspects of our dailylives. I wake up early to prepare myself and my siblings for the school dayahead. I do my little sisters’ hair; help them and my little brother dress,then scramble to fix myself up before I head out the door. Whether my fathertakes me to school, or I have no alternative but to walk, it’s always adifficulty to maintain a positive attitude when facing the long day ahead. Withmy day being filled with AP classes, homework, the musical, and my selecttheatre plays, I’ve had no time to bond with my family. My days begin at 6amand I usually don’t get home until 8:30-9pm due to rehearsals and what not.Saturdays aren’t easy, either. Set construction for the musical from 9am to6pm. By that time, I help take care of my siblings then do my homework.Sundays, I wake up early and prepare myself and my siblings, as usual, forchurch. The day goes on and I get my homework done, while pushing my siblingsto do the same. My mother is usually gone for a short span of time before shecomes home, then leaves a day or so afterwards. The worst of the worst is whenshe has no choice but to be separated from us for a week or more at a time. Mymother loves my family, her church, and her job. She says continually that sheis so grateful for everything she has. She always tells me to be grateful, andhow can I not be? I have a wonderful family, food, clothing, shelter, etc. Ihave more than what some people can only dream of. I am more than grateful forthat, so who am I to complain about this routine? My selfish human nature;unfortunately, tends to get the best of me~

I miss my mother more than anything when she travels.When she’s gone, my everyday life is this stressful mess that no one can helpme untangle. She keeps me sane and the world along with it. Her calmness keepsserenity in my life that no one can replace. When I think of where I would behad breast cancer claimed her life, I shudder. I would not be who I am today.This is why she travels. She travels to tell her story not only to speak tothose who can make a difference, but to give hope, strength, and the sameserenity she gives to me to all those who are where she has been and where sheis now. I love my mother, and I can honestly say, in all selfishness, that I’mglad she’s back home for as long as she can be.