May bloomed into another day, and a gorgeous, expected blonde hair-green eyed, baby girl was brought the world. What should we call her? "Paula"
"Paula" how beautiful. Paula was as beautiful, and bold, and well, one of a kind. Paula, was a trash-talker, and good at it. Paula had a good heart, and a cocky attitude.
One unexpected encounter, lead to me. My father, who back then, was the "ladies man" had been working at her father's house. She was 23 years old, and he was 33, and his name was Gary.
Gary caught my mother's eye, and she hung by him a lot more, and my father was down for the ride. Paula, and Gary feel deeply in love, and before you know it, they were talking about commitment. Paula assured him that she wanted to finish college, before settling down, with kids, in a house, with serious jobs.
A few years later, she finished college, and became a teacher. Paula surely, impacted her students. Paula, and Gary had married, and Paula was pregnant on her honeymoon, typical story.
None the less, I was born August 10, 1999. That baby, was cherished, and treated like no other, until late 2006. My mother had gotten sick, and not the good sick, the deadly sick. She inherited a type of Ovarian cancer, and caught it too late. Although she caught it late, there was no cure for it anyway. Although, she was supposed to die soon, she didn't. Strong, and confident Paula, stuck through it. Her character, portrayed a brave woman, and she held that reputation. Three years, like a king, she fought the battle of cancer.
Many days, she felt lousy, some days, she felt a-okay. She endured thousands of tests, and surgeries, since they had no cure, they had nothing else to do. The day before she passed, she had the best day, then the next she applied to a "death hospital" where she died, like planned.
August 23, 2009, Paula lost her battle.
Paula now has a future in heaven, she has a better life, where she can be painless, and free. No surgeries, no needles, no drugs, just gigantic globs of white cotton candy clouds, and the best view imaginable.
I should be happy for her, but I am not, I want her.
I want you.
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