what is a good title for my story?

I need a title for my story but i cant think of anything, also if there is something i should change or add let me no plz!! ok so heres my story:

I could feel more tears welling up in my eyes and my wet brown hair sticking to my cheeks. It’s always hard for me to handle not seeing my dad for a month again, even though he comes and goes all the time.
“Don’t worry, Al. I’ll be home soon.” Dad said as he hugged me tightly. I could feel his stubble rubbing across my forehead, and the buttons of his uniform digging into my chest. Dad is a pilot for Flying High Airlines, and this month he has to fly 30 people to Japan.
“I know, I’ll just miss you. I’ll miss you so much.” I said, letting go of his embrace before I start to cry again. As I stepped back, mum rushed into dad’s arms. They were both so in love, it was hard to witness their goodbye. They wouldn’t let go of each other, almost as if they won’t see each other again. Something’s different this time, I thought, something bad is going to happen. I can just feel it. Once they let go of their hold for each other, dad stepped into the white business van, and I could see the loss in my mum’s eyes. The van started to move and the next thing I saw was a white speck in the distance.

As we went back inside, mum started to bawl her eyes out. Her dark hair dripping wet from all her tears.
“It’s ok, mum. It’s only a month or two. Dad will be back before you know it.” I said, trying to comfort her. Mum looked into my eyes, and I knew she didn’t believe a thing I said.
“Allene,” She said quietly, “I need to tell you something, your father and I have been keeping it from you because we didn’t know when was the right time, but it is now.”
“Mum, what’s wrong?” I asked shakily, scared that something really was wrong.
Mum took a deep breath, “Allene, I’m sick, I have leukemia.” I could see the tears dripping down her face, and I knew this wasn’t a joke.
“B-but, you can get help right? You can go to the hospital and have an operation or something, right?” I asked, already knowing the answer as I felt my throat constrict.
“I’m sorry, but it’s terminal cancer.” She tried to hold back the tears, but there were so many. I knew what terminal cancer was, it was the last stage, and there was no cure. I didn’t want to believe it, all I wanted was to be a kid again, and for dad to tuck me in and say, “Everything is fine. Tomorrow will be a knew day and your worries won’t exist anymore.” I couldn’t take in any more news, so my legs started to move. I was suddenly running away from home, to the only person I knew who could comfort me, my best friend.

I could see Everleigh’s house in a matter of minutes. She didn’t live far away, and it was hard to miss the reddish-purple roof of her house. It was 3pm according to my phone, and I knew her parents would be at work, so I went in the back way. I knocked on her window and I could see the light of her angelic blonde hair through the transparent curtains. She saw me through the window and opened the back door. We walked to her colourful room and all of a sudden, I blurted out everything that happened, not even thinking about what I was saying.
“You can’t hide out here forever.” Everleigh said, “Your mum needs you, especially now because your dad is flying to Japan.” I looked up at her, and I knew she was right.
“But what am I going to do?” I asked with my head hanging off the bed, “I mean I can’t just watch her die.” Just saying the word ‘die’ brought tears to my eyes.
“Just stay with her, look after her. She needs you,” Everleigh said, ”Come on,” She sighed, “Go back home.”

I made it back home by 5pm and I was scared how mum was going to react. When I opened the front door and stepped in, she was in the exact same position from when I left. When she saw me, mum ran and put her arms around me.
“I’m so sorry, Allene.” She cried, I started to cry too.
“I’m sorry too, mum. And I promise I’ll never leave you.” I whispered.

Days turned into months, and dad came back home, not planning to leave any time soon. Not before long, my whole life was situated on looking after my deteriorating mother. My strong mum with her radiant light brown skin rapidly turned into an anemic and pale person, almost as if a stranger to me. Every night I cried myself to sleep, wishing this situation would happen to someone else and not my mother. Dad told me that mum might pass away soon, and that this might be the last time I get to see her.

I rushed to her room but when I opened the door, I didn’t like what I saw, mum was covered with bruises and had lost so much weight. She was panting for breath. I pulled up a chair next to her bed and took her hands.
“I love you, mum.” I whispered. She smiled and took one of her hands away. She picked up something and put it in my hand.
“I love you too, and I want you to have this.” She said quietly. I looked at my hands and she gave me a gold necklace with a star.
“ ‘Never give up, reach for the stars

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