Don't let go

When we open the door, mom is sitting in the living room with Gram next to her. They are both crying.

"What is it?" I say. "Sit down everyone." My mother says. "Remember how Gram is having medical issues. Well I got an email of her results from the doctor and she is getting worse fast. As you know we are very poor and so is Gram and we do not have enough money for her medical attention." After a long talk we have agreed that you are going to have to live at an orphanage. The only way we can get enough money is to sell this house and get a very small one. Then we will not have enough room for all of you, plus we will barely have enough money after that for us to live on. We are so sorry."

I sit there shocked. Did what I just hear, just happen? I think to myself. Thoughts flow through my head. I can't think. What is happening!  Am I dying. I start to feel sick, I see my brother run out the door. I see my little baby brother sitting on my lap, having no clue what is going on. I see my sister follow my brother and I hear sounds, but no words. The world around me starts to fade and then the world goes black.