pital　so　she　could　see　us　open　them。

I　tried　my　hardest　to　make　her　feel　better；　but　nothing　helped。　At　home；　taking　care　of　my　little　sister　became　my　iob；　along　with　cleaning　the　house；　doing　the　laundry　and　cooking　the　meals。　I　thought　it　was　unfair；　and　took　it　out　on　my　father。 I　hated　the　fact　that　all　my　friends　went　out　on　Friday　nights；　while　I　had　to　stay　home　and　play　“Mommy”。

It　was　even　harder　for　me　to　go　to　school　while　my　mom　was　lying　in　the　hospital。　By　now；　I　was　sixteen。　Luckily　she　was　there　for　my　birthday　party；　and　I’ll　never　forget　hugging　her　as　tears　fell　down　both　our　faces。　I’m　still　thankful　for　that　moment　with　my　mother　because　it　was　the　happiest　I　had　seen　her　in　four　years。

我愛您，媽媽（3）

But；　once　again；　the　happy　days　became　sad。　On　June　15；　I　stayed　home　from　school　to　take　care　of　her。　Once　again　she　was　admitted　to　the　hospital。　At　first；　no　one　could　figure　out　what　was　wrong。　She　remained　in　intensive　care　for　a　week。　She　began　to　do　better。　Then　on　July　10　she　became　very　sick；　and　on　the　eleventh　she　almost　died。

It　was　getting　harder　and　harder　to　deal　with。　Every　time　she　got　really　sick；　she　would　always　e　back　and　do　even　better。

When　the　doctors　finally　realized　why　she　was　so　sick；　they　put　her　on　dialysis；　a　treatment　for　her　kidneys。　It　seemed　to　work。　On　August　17；　we　visited　her　and　she　was　doing　extremely　well。　When　I　left；　I　kissed　her　and　said；　“I　love　you；　Mom。　See　you　tomorrow。”