The Grown-up Teenager

We got along and no one fought. But on the day of my fourteenth birthday, my mother got sick. We quickly found out that she had brain cancer and was going to live for no more than a year. During this time, my mom was put onto multiple medicines to relieve her pain and she had to go to many doctor checkups. She complained multiple times how her brain felt like it was getting stabbed with a knife repeatedly. Besides that, my Dad fell into a deep depression and began to drink very heavily. Because of this, I wasn't sure what I was going to do to my sister Anne.