When I was 5 years old I lost my mother to Hodgkin's disease. I was adopted by my aunt and uncle, who took me in and loved me as their own. Even through all the love of my family I was still heartbroken losing my mother at such a young age. I longed for her to be there. I had an emptiness inside that only a person who lost a parent can understand. It made it even harder that I was born on my mother's birthday and now every year I would have to celebrate my life without her. How could I celebrate living when my mother died at the age of 29? She was deprived of her life due to her illness. I...