This woman is like my aunty she had a hard ass life she had a thug husband who left her when they had a disabled child and she had to raise her disable daughter herself her whole life. Her daughter needs 24 7 care and it's not easy. And she is a big girl and must be hard to bathe her and stuff. And anyway I used to walk to this aunty's house to give her foods and whatever my mum sends there t other. And I used to say salaam to her because she used to go walking at the same time as me at like 11pm with her daughter. And she used to remember me which felt good because most people don't remember me or try not to remember me. And I felt bad for her a lot.
Now it turns out she has stage 4 cancer in her arm and the doctors won't do anything because in England they don't actually treat poor people they just let them die painfully lol. It sounds brutal but it's true. England is a shit cuntry. So she will probably die in a few months. And that's another person that used to be nice who is gonna die now. All that's left is shit faggot people. It's true that the good die young.
Now it turns out she has stage 4 cancer in her arm and the doctors won't do anything because in England they don't actually treat poor people they just let them die painfully lol. It sounds brutal but it's true. England is a shit cuntry. So she will probably die in a few months. And that's another person that used to be nice who is gonna die now. All that's left is shit faggot people. It's true that the good die young.
