Zen POV
"You sure you don't want to goto the ball?" Mom asked for the hundredth time now.
"I am positive mom."
"Okay sweetie. Just want to let you know that this is just once in your life experience, because the high school prom is a different thing." She explained.
I didn't reply; instead I turned my back at her, looking out the window. What's the point in going to a ball when your time is simply running out?
After that doctor's appointment, things got really all dramatic and gloomy. Mom has said 'I love you' to me non-stop which she rarely does before.
One good doctor finally came to a conclusion what was going on with me and told my mom about it. You would expect it would just be her who would do all the sobbing. I was surprised that my dad and sister surrounded me with a hug. I c
