"We are at the doctors. Mum is not feeling well. They think there might be an inflammation in the brain or the spine."
In that moment I did not know what to do. Tears formed, breathing got harder. I knew I had class and I was ashamed of the tears that were falling. Taking a deep breath I tried to explain to him but I felt childish. With each word I paused and prayed nothing would spill. I managed and he understood but I felt that gaze. I know it too well. That gaze of pity and uncertainty. And I hated it. I hated myself for not being able to keep my composure and I hated him for giving me that look. I have heard "I'm sorry" too many times; when those exact words stumbled out of your mouth, I wanted to hide in shame.
You left me but with a few deep breaths, I walked in knowing that from now on, you will judge.
They always do.