A Fighter

"Bye Ethan, it was nice meeting you" my mom said kindly. "I'll text you later" Ethan says with a light smile. I walk to the car with my mom in silence. "So does he know about you--" she wouldn't finish her sentence so I go to finish it "Me dying" I say in more of a questioned tone. "You're not dying" my mother snaps. It gets silent quickly after. Not a word was spoken until we get home. I stand in the kitchen with her and break the silence. "You're going to have to admit it at some point." I say bluntly. "I don't have to admit anything that is not true" she says