"Mum, where are we going again?" Cameron asked, as I helped him tie up his shoelaces.
I cleared my throat, "To the hospital."
"For what? I don't have an appointment with the doctor today or do I?" He asked.
"You don't," I responded.
"Then what are we going for?" He asked.
I smiled and stroked his hair gently then I sat beside him on his bed.
"Darling, how will you feel knowing I've lied to you about something?" I asked.
"Mum, you always say it's not good to lie so I know you will never lie," He said.
I smiled, "But what if I did?" I asked.
"I don't know how I'd feel," Cameron replied truthfully.
I sighed, "Darling, there's something I must tell you."
"Yes mum, go on," He urged.
"Your...ummm...your... Your father isn't dead," I stuttered.
He looked at me in disbelief, "What are
