Breyson's P.O.V
I kept wondering about dad's condition. There was absolutely nothing we could do apart from praying. Cancer was definitely not something to joke about.
When I was still a little boy, I used to read about patients with cancer that was in so many form. Most of them never made it. The doctors would inform them about the remaining days they were left with before they eventually passed away.
I also watched them in movies and on news. Cancer was always a d still being talked about as a deadly disease.
A few of the victims made it but the percentage for the cancer survivors has always been too low compared to the cancer deaths.
Therefore, it was and still very rare for a cancer victim to come out as a hero.
"Why do kind people always suffer from these kinds of illness?" I cursed under my breath with so much anger as I walked back to mum and my little sister.
"Charl, please take mum home. You both need to rest." I said.
