When I woke up, my mom was sitting at the end of my bed. "Can I help you" I asked. "Yeah, first explain to me why those clothes are on your floor." Mom pointed to the stripper clothes I wore last night. Since when did she care what I wore. "My friend bought it for me." "This isn't something a friend would buy you, hell this isn't something a boyfriend would buy you." I didn't have to explain to her what happened last night. "So." I replied, "Why do you even care, you never do." She ran her hand across my cheek. "I've always cared for you Lillian." Lillian was my real name. "Yeah okay," I rolled my eyes. "Lillian, forget about the clothes." Finally. "I need to tell you something else." Ugh. "What?" "We didn't just move to California so I could have a better job, we moved so I could get treatment." "For what?" My mom started to cry. I wanted to hug her, but it was like there was this imaginary wall between us. "Lily...I have cancer." I couldn't believe it. This was not real. "No," I said shaking my head. "I'm sorry, I had to tell you this, I just thought you should know." Mom said touching my shoulder. I stood up, "Your kidding please tell me your kidding," I started to have a panic attack. "Calm down," My mom yelled. I couldn't calm down, not when I just learned my mom could be dying, I acted like I didn't love her, but deep down inside, I did, more than anything. She stood up and held me in her arms and the wall came tumbling down.