We were at the grocery store, I'm only a kid! Five, six or seven. What was my mother talking about?
"I'll be the death of her!"
Was I going to kill her? Accidentally, trip her as I sit in this shopping cart? Could I telepathically make a box of crackers or a jar of pickles fall on her head, knock her out, what?
It took a few years for me to wisen up and realize that I didn't have the power of life and death.
It was nothing I said that eventually killed her, she was destined to live a long life.