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Tuesday, Sarah's mom was diagnosed with thyroid cancer.

I wish I could pray. In my own way I do though. While at the beach, I dug a hole by the tide deep in the sand with my toes. I told myself "If the water fills it by the time I count to 10, Sarah's mom will be better quickly." And it did. I looked up at the sky and it was beautiful because the sky was (make a wish) a deep, clear, fresh blue like a husky's eyes, and it was freckled with cottonball clouds and a sparkling sun. And it was just a little reminder; yes, we're mortal, but it's beautiful anyway.

I want to do something, to cook something.