Kathy ignored me all throughout the morning. I tried to ask her if she wanted to eat or needed something, but she kept her mouth mummed. Stubborn as always, Kathy didn’t even accept my offer to help her every time she used the bathroom. The only time she talked to me was when she thanked me for fixing her lunch mom cooked for her.
“I can do it myself. Stop following. I am not a kid.”
“I am not following you inside. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
“I am okay, thanks to you,” she said sarcastically before slamming the toilet door on my face.
She opened the door after a while.
“You okay?” I noticed her pale face.
“I told you, I…I'm…f..fine,” she stuttered, holding her temple before falling dizzily on my arms. I was able to
