"Mmm" I said as I walked into the kitchen.

"Well, good morning sleepy head!" She turned around and smiled.

"Do you need any help with anything?" I asked her. I hated that her being sick and she still did all the cooking.

"Nope, but you need to get ready. Taylor will be here soon."

My eyes shot wide open. "What?! No mamma, I don't think so." How could she? I asked meself. Did I hear her right?

"Well I don't want you moping around here and Taylor wanted to take you out." She said as she sat my plate in front of me.

"Out where?" I asked confused. I must've heard her wrong.

"I really don't know. He just said, out." She began to cough a deep-heavy cough.

"Maybe I shouldn't. It's clean that you aren't feeling well." I turned to her and put my hand accross her back.

"No Ginette. I'm fine. Go have fun, while you're still able to. I don't want you sitting around here like me." She sat her plate on the table.

"Mom, you're making me feel bad." I said with all honestly.

"I'm sorry Ginette, I just want you and Taylor to get along like you used to." She said as she hugged me.