At that moment, I had no mind to decipher his joy or sorrow. I shoved him aside and rushed to my mother. She sat on the floor, vacant, unresponsive no matter how I tried to pull her up. She kept muttering, over and over, “How could he be gone? Didn’t they find a marrow donor? How could he just be gone…?” A raw, suffocating pain tightened in my chest. I tugged at her arm. “Ma, let’s go see… Chenche