My father survived his cancer years ago, and since last year my sister was diagnosed with it, and it’s looking incurable as of now. As I mourn for them in silence I get peerpressured by the aunt Karen of the family to give more attention. But my father was much different, like vibing on the good memories and being content with how his children became adult. My sister is having emotional difficulties though, and my mother is better at this than me… But when it’s my turn I’d like to stick to my father’s philosophy, even thoughh it hurts, remember how good life is.