My brother's name is Pete. We found out about the cancer when we were twelve. It was our birthday. We were all off to the beach that day. The family would to meet us there and we would have a picnic. Pete had just gotten out of the shower and it was my turn. Even though we were teenagers, we had to share a bathroom. The phone rang. Mom went to answer.
Mom: What? But he's only twelve.
Mom bursts into tears. Pete, in a towel, peers around the side of the bathroom door. I creep up behind him. I was in my swim suit.
Mom: How much longer?
By the look on her face. It didn't seem long. Pete went into the bathroom. He shut the door. I went back in my room.
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