#v-town

This girl was always the one I wanted to be best friends with. We were close, yeah. We were friends, heck yeah. I went to her mom's corner store with my mom sometimes to see if she was there. In class, we laughed about the farm-town and how country-hick everyone was. She was the only one who understood the lack of connection to the outside world the town had and still loved it. We understood each other. She's the first person I can remember that understood me and understood me well. 

I moved and in middle school, my mom got word and told me that she wanted to call or give me her address to write to her or to come stop by if ever I was near. A couple years ago, I got word that she wanted to write me letters. I never got around to finding her and writing her. She never pursued anymore. 

Today I found out that her mom has been fighting a long, hard battle with cancer. 

She's losing.

She isn't expected to live much longer. 

Her organs are failing. 

Rebecca; lucky to have a mother diagnosed with the most mild form of cancer, lazy to forget to talk to a childhood friend, apathetic to school and work, weak to be phased by the slightest of things

Hannah; strong, thoughtful, kind, the list just goes on

There's so much to her. She understands the country. She understands the city. She embraces both. She remembered me years after I was gone. She's classy and popular and wonderful.

All I can think is that this is the worst time for this to happen. 

She's going to college. She's about to go to prom. She's wrapping up her senior year. 

Maybe she wanted to talk about that. She contacted someone able to contact me when my mom was recently diagnosed. Was that when her mom was diagnosed? Maybe way after? 

I can't bring myself to talk to her now. 

Idk it's not like I matter to her. But she's so kind and thoughtful and beautiful and talented and has so much potential and her mother was always kind and beautiful and loving and hardworking--so, so, so hardworking. 

This isn't fair.

She doesn't deserve this.