A Hybrid's Hunger

My mother's dying—I know it and everyone knows it. There's no way to save her. She's going to go away soon.
"Can I get you something to eat? You haven't in days, Mama." I whisper, my voice soft as I sit next to her with her hands wrapped around mine. I want to hold her for as long as I can before I no longer can.
A smile cracks over her face and she shakes her head. "It's alright. I don't really want to eat anything right now. Maybe just a little jasmine tea. It soothes my throat." She knows if she denies it entirely, I'll spend the rest of the day sitting next to her and forcing her to eat something.
I pull my hand away from her and rise up from the bed. "I'll get some of it."
She opens her mouth to say something but stops a moment later. I rush out in the meantime and turn on the stove before placing some water over it. It takes a minute to warm and in that minute, I pace back and forth while biting the insides of my cheek.
