Cancer.
Jacob looked at his parents. His mother’s eyes filled with tears, and his father squeezed his hand tightly. For a moment, no one spoke.
He was only sixteen.
Instead of hanging out with friends or worrying about school exams, Jacob suddenly had to think about chemotherapy, hospital rooms, and long months of treatment.
The first weeks in the hospital were difficult.
The treatments made him weak. Some days he barely had the energy to sit up in bed. Other days he felt angry and confused.
“Why me?” he whispered one night while staring at the ceiling.
But Jacob had something powerful inside him — a quiet determination.
Even when the treatments were painful, he tried to keep smiling. Nurses often said his positive attitude made the whole hospital floor brighter.
One afternoon, while resting in his hospital bed, Jacob asked his mother for a marker and a small piece of paper.
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