Christopher ######. "Seriously? We went yesterday."
His mother looked at him. She looked upset. Water filled her eyes.
"Mum? No, don't worry. I'll be fine. I promise. Don't cry, okay?" He said, hugging her tightly. "I love you." He said, not letting her go.
"I just. Don't want you to leave. You're my little boy." She sniffed.
Christopher was dying. Dying of cancer.
"Well I won't leave you." Christopher smiled weakly. She wiped her eyes, and gave him his coat. "Here." She laughed slightly. "I don't ever mean to nag. I just want you to get better.."
Christopher nodded. "I know"
With that, they headed out the door and into the car.
It was three hours' drive to the cancer treatment center. But he didn't mind. Christopher loved his mother. She was the only relative he had.
I'm so sorry it's really short, but I'll write more. Feedback appreciated.