It was the last day of school before the summer holidays. We where going back to Ireland, we had to move when I was 8 or so because my father found work in wales. I didn't really look Irish, I had tan skin and really long straight dark brown hair with a fringe but my sister looked like she never left, with pale white skin and deep ginger curly hair she was only 8 but wasn't born when we lived here. My mother had been diagnosed with cancer a year ago. She had to go threw cameo therapy twice and three operations, she wasn't completely cured but she was well enough to travel. She was pregnant with her fifth child when the tumour started and she lost it after her first operation. She was heartbroken, she went into #depression witch slowed everything down. And she was on five or six medications. Grandfather wanted her over to see her one last time because he was ill with pneumonia and the doctors told him he had a month or two before he pass away. They said his condition was incurable. When we arrived in Ireland , we where on our way to granddads house. Mother wanted to stop in the bakery to get him some buns. It was only down the road and we could walk up to