"Kyuhyun-ah, wake up, we're home." I felt my mother shake my shoulders lightly in the car. I opened my eyes slowly and realized that we were outside our house already. I yawned before getting off the car and getting one of the bags from the car.

My mum walked ahead of my dad and I to open the door of our house. We slowly walked into our house. It was white with some photos framed and hung on the walls. The floor was wooden and there were plants near the stairs at the side of the room. I sniffed in the scent of wood, how nice it was to smell the familiar scent.

I took off my shoes and walked up to my room. It was a light shade of blue and had some posters of boybands pasted on the walls. My clothes were on the floor and bed, books thrown on my table. I was going to pack it two weeks ago but my mum got admitted into the hospital.

I began to pick up my clothes and check if they were dirty or could still be used. Some of them were clean, so I put them in a clean basket. As for the dirty ones, I place them in a basket that would be taken down later at night so I could dump them into the washing machine.

Once I finished packing the things on the floor, I began sorting out the books on my table. I separated them into school and story books. I only had less than fifteen story books, and I wasn't proud of that. It took me about twenty minutes to sort out the books and clean the table. So by time I finished, I was exhausted.

I flung myself onto my soft and comfortable bed and turned on my computer. I wanted to update my cyworld when I decided to find out more on brain tumor.

"Large tumors or tumors with extensive perifocal swelling edema inevitably lead to elevated intracranial pressure, which translates clinically into headaches, vomiting (sometimes without nausea), altered state of consciousness (somnolence, coma), dilatation of the pupil on the side of the lesion (anisocoria), papilledema. However, even small tumors obstructing the passage of cerebrospinal fluid (CSF) may cause early signs of increased intracranial pressure." I spoke softly. I began to feel pity for Nami. She was so young, but she has brain tumor. Yet, she is so happy. I fell silent, I didn't know what to say or do to make myself feel better.

But that was only the beginning of my miseries.

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