Kendra's Point of View.
"You have any place you're thinking of going to?" Mother asked, probably surprised that I was actually picking out some clothes.
"No, no." I stuttered, caught off guard by the timing of her question.
"Why are you pulling out your clothes." She asked again as she sat up.
"It's nothing."
"Sure?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Was arranging them, wouldn't take much time," I answered her with a smile, placing each cloth on the bed, while bringing others out.
"I'll be going out for some fresh air." She replied, content with what she had gotten out of me.
"Are you strong enough?" I asked, seeing how she struggled to leave the bed.
"You ask like I haven't left the house before." She replied to me, her stick tapping the floor as she balanced on it
"It's not li
