Open-Letter

Thought Wrong

DJ: My true feelings about something. Also I'm going to try to write in 1st person. I'm used to 3rd person, but I should just give it a try.

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"You look like you're gonna cry," Bethany told me as she observed my face.

I slowly turned my gaze from my laptop to her, "What?" My tone bland.

Bethany moved to my bed and sat next to me. She then pointed at my face, "You. You look like you're gonna cry after your talk with Auntie."

I managed to crack a smile even though I felt hollow inside, "I guess I just realized that my mom is really gonna have that operation, ya know?" My laugh was dry even to my ears.

My cousin just continued to stare at me, her face was void of emotion, but I could see the obvious worry in her eyes, "Nothing's going to happen. She's gonna be fine. Your mom is just taking precautions with those papers," she gestured at the manila envelope sitting on top of my desk.

The envelope contained everything we are going to inherit so it's kind of a big deal.

To explain, my mom suddenly barged inside my room while my cousin and I were talking before shoving an envelope in my hands. I stared at her, confused, before I opened it. It was a bunch of papers. While I was looking through it, she started giving me instructions. Once I realized why, I just started staring at her. I could feel my heart hammering and my face getting warm. I could see from the corner of my eyes that my cousin was looking in on worry.

I was nodding along to her instructions, but to be honest, nothing is sinking in my brain. The only thing sinking to my brain is the fact that she's going to undergo an operation in a couple of days. An operation that could—

"You're right," I agreed before going back to my laptop, but my hands were slightly shaking.

I don't know what to do.

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We're already in the hospital for a day and my mom is taking a nap. My cousin and I were still watching TV. Well, she was watching TV and I was chatting with some of my best friends. My mom's operation is tomorrow so I'm trying to distract myself, I guess.

Bethany broke the silence, "Have you told them?"

"Told who what?" I questioned.

"Your friends..." she started off slowly. "Have you told them that your mom is going to have an operation?"

"...no."

"How come?"

I shrugged, "I didn't want to be a bother."

She nodded then turned her attention back to the TV, "You should though. At least your high school friends. You told me they were close to your mom."

"They are."

"Then they have the right to know. It doesn't hurt to have more support from them."

"I haven't even told my friends here," I retorted as I referred to my college friends. Main reason I didn't want to tell them because I didn't want them to worry about me or my mom. Some of them haven't even met my mom yet so they would probably not care or just "care" because she's my mom and I'm their friend.

It was her turn to shrug, "Then tell them too. Doesn't hurt to tell them."

"...okay," I agreed, my voice soft. With trembling fingers, I tapped to open our group chat HS FAM and started typing out the words with my heart thudding loudly in my chest.