#48

I faked a smile because I didn't want you to worry. It was a white lie. I knew you'd panic if I told you both my arms were numb...that my my legs felt weak and that I had troubles breathing.

I felt that you'd cry (probably lose it) if I showed you I was about to pass out. No mother is supposed to see her child die.

I'm sorry I lied. I'm sorry I told you I was better when all I really wanted was to have someone stick a needle on my arm and make me sleep - just so I could escape the pain. Thank you for staying with me until I fell asleep.

Thank you for that kiss on the forehead that made it all go away.