When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. But what if those lemons are too bitter to make sweet lemonade? I had received one of these bitter lemons. In fifth grade I came home after a wonderful day at school and my mother told me she had stage four breast cancer. The first thing my little fifth grade mind thought of was: Will my mother die? Which is really worrying when things like this happen. So later that night we got an electric razor and my dad shaved her hair. This was probably one of the hardest things he had to do. The next day I went to school and my teacher automatically knew something was wrong because I wasn't my cheerful, happy go lucky self. After school my teacher came to me and asked if everything was okay and I said yes. I didn't want anyone to know what I was going through. Say no to plagiarism. Get a tailor-made essay on "Why Violent Video Games Shouldn't Be Banned"? Get an original essay My teacher didn't believe me, so she emailed my mom asking. My mother told her the truth. The next day I had a meeting with the school counselor. He was kind and gentle and really wanted to help, but I didn't want help. I wanted to be left alone and deal with the situation in my own way. The counselor and I came to the end of our discussion and she said I could stop by whenever I needed help. I never saw her again. After meeting with the counselor I told myself "act happier" so I wouldn't be sent there again. My plan worked, I played and interacted with the other children as if nothing had happened. So during the school day I totally ran away from the fact that my mother was sick. But after school it was a different story. In the initial stages of chemo my mother was still my mother. She was walking, cooking, cleaning and playing with the children. But after a few more treatments I would come home and mom wasn't walking around, it was grandma who was constantly running up and down the stairs getting things for my mom and us kids. After a while I never went home again. I left my backpack and went to play with my friends in the park. My only friend who knew what was going on was my best friend Yvonne. She and her family were truly the ones who helped me the most through all of this. They helped me forget that my mother was sick and made me smile and laugh every single day. As my mother grew weaker, she wanted to do something with the family that would be big and memorable if she passed away. And so he did. My mother loved calling radio stations to try to win the big cash prize or concert tickets. But what he wanted most was the Disney trip. She and my older sister would go downstairs, log into the two computers, and try to find Mickey Mouse on the Disney map. They did it twice a day and on the last day they stayed up until half past ten at night and came in non-stop. A few days later my dad gets a phone call and it's a guy calling and saying he was a government official and our water meter was broken and needed to be fixed. The man asked to speak to my mother and told her the same thing and then we heard a woman's voice in the background saying to stop being so mean. That man was the radio host and my mother won the Disney trip. The trip was for four people to go to Disneyland, but there were seven people living at the house at the time, so my grandmother got four more tickets for the rest of the family and came with us. It was the best Disney trip ever.