“Mommy! Mommy!”
“What, sweetie?”
“Can Betty sleep over tonight?”
“No, hon. I’m sorry. But you can sleep over at her house tonight.”
“Yay!”

The two little ones ran to the phone, dragging me with. I picked up the phone and made the call. I began to pack my daughter’s bag for the night. Well, bags. I wasn’t coming home, because when she left… So did I. I packed the bags and then went into my office, shutting the door behind me.

I sat down at my desk and opened my laptop. Clicking Microsoft Word, I wrote up who I want my daughter to go to. More than once my baby had told me that she and Betty were sisters, and, well, soon they would be. I had never told my daughter this, but I had cancer. I had been told I had six months to live.

Suddenly my office door opened. I turned to see her standing in the doorway.
“Betty’s mom is here!”
“Okay, sweetie. Have a good time.”
“Ok, bye-bye, Mommy!”

As she ran to the car, I smiled sadly and whispered,
“Trust me, Kid. You have no idea who I am.”
As I waved my last goodbye.