My stepmother swelled during pregnancy and Dad hated it.
Enjoy..
................
I was barely 17 when it happened. My loving mother died of an end-stage breast cancer. She was sick for over a year, initially receiving radiation and hormone therapy and later chemotherapy. Every new treatment worked initially but failed several months later. And now she succumbed to her lethal disease. During her life, my relationship with her was warm and loving, unlike the more cordial and distant I had with Dad. He was a high ranked industrialist who made a ton of money, but he never divulged or showed his feelings toward me. Now, without her, I felt a huge loss.
My friends joined me during the funeral, updated me on the classes I missed, and attempted to cheer me up by inviting me to play with them.
