There was venom in her voice. It wasn't entirely Adela's fault; it had been a building issue, and it was finally boiling over. "Just—stop saying that. All of you. 'You're strong'. 'You'll get through this'. 'I have faith in you'. None of it is worth the air you're using. It doesn't matter if I'm mentally or emotionally strong. It doesn't matter. The facts are that I'm sick, and while there's a chance I could get better, there's also a chance that this sickness—or the next one, or the one after that—will kill me."
She paused, leaning heavily against Adela as she tried to catch her breath. "...Mama was strong. She forced herself to smile everyday for me. But she never promised me that she'd get better, or come home soon, like the nurses did. She never lied to either of us."
Her vision blurred, hot tears finally overflowing.
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There was venom in her voice. It wasn't entirely Adela's fault; it had been a building issue, and it was finally boiling over. "Just—stop saying that. All of you. 'You're strong'. 'You'll get through this'. 'I have faith in you'. None of it is worth the air you're using. It doesn't matter if I'm mentally or emotionally strong. It doesn't matter. The facts are that I'm sick, and while there's a chance I could get better, there's also a chance that this sickness—or the next one, or the one after that—will kill me."
She paused, leaning heavily against Adela as she tried to catch her breath. "...Mama was strong. She forced herself to smile everyday for me. But she never promised me that she'd get better, or come home soon, like the nurses did. She never lied to either of us."
Her vision blurred, hot tears finally overflowing.