Dear Diary,

I think I’m going to die.

My parents have always told me that life is lovely. That the possibilities a person can have are endless, the tales their lives can spin—countless. And every time they mentioned peaches and sunshine and candies and perfection, I couldn’t help but laugh.

After all, they were all optimists—my mother, father, and sister.

But what had the glorious life they spun given them in return?

An untimely demise.

I think I’ll be joining them soon. That morning was really different. There’s a change. I can sense it. I can feel it. Aunt Gyuri was acting extremely strange.

The Leukemia is back.

I really thought I was going to be okay this time.

That’s why we are going back to Korea to visit the nice Doctor. I’ll be having new friends and new classmates. I’ll be moving from sunny California back to my parent's homeland, Ulsan, Korea. I heard it rains there—a lot.

Sometimes I imagine myself in Kore