Although my father normally detested me and viewed me as his lifelong shame, his anger and grief towards my aunt were genuine.
I frowned deeply, unwilling to fight with my father in front of my sickly aunt. At this moment, I felt my aunt's hand lightly shake mine. I hastily looked at her, only to see her gently smiling at me.
"Auntie, why didn't you do chemotherapy?" Tears welled up in my eyes again. She was hiding the news of the cancer from me and refusing chemotherapy. I really didn't understand her choice.
My aunt gently shook her head. She only had enough strength to form a few words with her lips, so I used lip reading to understand what she was trying to say.
What my aunt said was, "Chemotherapy is too painful. I am afraid of the pain. Forget it, Luna. Don't blame me."
The moment I understood what my aunt wanted to say, my tears fell.