CASSANDRA WILLIAMS
“You don’t look okay, Cassandra. What is wrong?” My mother asks as I feed her porridge that I had to force her to eat.
When I left Lucas’s house with my bags, I went straight home to drop them before I rushed back to the hospital to my mother as soon as Gina called me to let me know that she had woken up. Gina had to leave in a rush soon after I arrived.
“I am just worried about you, mom. That’s all,” I say, giving her the fourth spoon.
“Try again. Did you fight with Lucas?” She sets her question straight.
“Are you going to tell me that you told me so if I say yes?” I ask.
“No, I am not. I am not going to make you feel bad when you are not okay. I just want you to talk to me,”
I sigh and nod my head.
“I left his house today. We had a fight,” I confess.
“Can’
