A Sad Christmas Event

He lay in bed with an IV in one arm, Blood tranfusion in the other, he had a sore the size of a half dollar starting at the corner of his mouth, it was red and oozing. A handsome nine year old boy, with deep dark brown eyes and lashes a women would give an arm for. He stared into my face not knowing who I was, called me "mother new years". It was 3 days before Christmas he was in the hospital dying of Leukemia. He was my nephew, my sisters oldest son.

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