Cancer
Monday
Three hours on the clock
The night was almost over, no customers in the store
I was discounting expired candy
I heard the sound of crumpling bags and the discount gun
My phone buzzed
My heart dropped when I read the text from my dad
“Grandpa has cancer”
Sadness welled up inside me
Time stopped.
My sense of time and place stopped
My body shut down
And I stared out the windows
When one family member has cancer
It feels like we all have cancer, we shut down
But at that moment our family united
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