"I'm fine. Don't worry." She said then smiled.
"I know you're not. You're not okay. You keep on telling that you are but it's the opposite. I don't get it why you have to pretend. To pretend that nothing's wrong and everything's going well. Why?"
She turned to me and smiled again.
"Because I don't want anyone of you to have pity over me. I can handle. I can manage. I don't need pity."
"But how long would you be pretending? Fooling everyone around you because you keep on telling us that nothing's wrong!"
"As long as I can." She said smiling but with tears forming in her eyes.
