"Mom, why does it have to hurt so bad?" I sobbed, burying my face into my mother's shoulder. "It just does, Honey." My wonderful and amazing Mom whispered, stroking my pixie styled brown hair. "I wish more than anything that I could take your place and deal with the pain." "Believe me, Mom, you don't." I sniffed, looking up at my Mom. "I wouldn't want you to, because the pain I feel right now is a pain that I would not wish on my worst enemy."