Dustin
“How could you do this to me? Why are you doing this to me? You’re my big brother, you’re supposed to take care of me? You know I can hardly come out in public. I did this as a favor for you. I’m going to have a panic attack. The only way for me to even leave the house is because you brought me this masquerade mask. What were you thinking, Dustin?”
My sister was having a meltdown. I knew she would, but I needed to do this, because I wasn’t going to be able to take care of her for much longer. I haven’t told her that I’ve been diagnosed with colon cancer. It was stage two, still in the early stage, but it was the same cancer that took our father ten years ago.
I looked at her, my poor Ava. She was scared of people, especially after what happened to her and our mother. Whe
