I am 13 years old, sleeping on the floor of my mom’s bedroom. My brother is on the other side with my mom in the bed. Let me catch you up to speed on everything that is happening. Ever since the end of 2011, my grandpa, Opi, has been sick. He has been from hospital to hospital and the doctors can't find anything wrong with him. Then they saw it. The doctors did an MRI and saw spots in his brain. They concluded that the spots were terminal brain cancer. He stayed in hospital after hospital, and my brother and I weren't allowed to visit him because my mom didn't want us to see him like that. After what seemed like forever in hospitals, he was admitted to hospice. He is there right now. I’m positive Omi is there with him. She still lives with
