I look from the glass outside the ICU and wait for my mom to finish the meal. After she is done and Hiram leaves the room, I walk inside and she immediately asks the one thing I was dreading to answer,
“How bad is it, Luna?”
I avoid her gaze as I sit down, I should probably lie you know, but lying to your mother is probably the stupidest thing you could ever do, because she catches on it, especially when you are upset.
“Well, it is not as good as we expected, but certainly not that bad, we can recover from it.”
Partial lie. I don’t know if we can ever recover from it completely. There is one thing I know; nobody defeats cancer completely. It definitely comes back in one way or another. My mom is about to ask another question, when my phone rings, please don’t let it be department again
