A/N: Song-Fic written on a random whim to write. The song is Jamie O'Neal's song "Somebody's Hero" Hope you like it! Not sure if I like it yet… 

She's never pulled anybody from a burning building
She's never rocked Central Park to a half a million fans, screaming out her name
She's never hit a shot to win the game
She's never left her footprints on the moon
She's never made a solo hot air balloon ride, around the world,
No, she's just your everyday average girl (but)

Sam sat in her bed. It was late but she couldn't sleep. All Sam could think of was what her mom's life might have been like if she hadn't died.

She's somebody's hero
A hero to her baby with a skinned up knee
A little kiss is all she needs
The keeper of the cheerios
The voice that brings Snow White to life
Bedtime stories every night
And that smile lets her know
She's somebody's hero

Sam couldn't really remember her mom that much anymore. They say memories last a lifetime but Sam knew that memories faded.

She didn't get a check every week like a nine-to fiver
But she's been a waiter, and a cook and a taxi driver
For twenty years, there at home, until the day her girl was grown
Giving all her love to her was her life's ambition
But now her baby's movin' on, and she'll soon be missin' her
But not today, those are tears of joy runnin' down her face

Why did it have to happen to her mom? Why did it have to happen to her family. Sam thought as a tear slid down her cheek.

She's somebody's hero
A hero to her daughter in her wedding dress
She gave her wings to leave the nest
It hurts to let her baby go down the aisle she walks right by
Looks back into her mother's eyes
And that smile lets her know
She's somebody's hero

Her mom wouldn't be there for her graduation or her wedding. She wasn't even there to hear Sam whisper 'I love you' every morning to her bedroom ceiling, to the Sky, to her mom.

Thirty years have flown right past
Her daughters' starin' at all the photographs
Of her mother, and she wishes she could be like that
Oh, but she already is

All Sam had left were a few faded memories and her Grams stories. Who would teach her to be a good mom? Who would comfort her when her heart got broken? Of course there was always Jen, but would that be the same as a mom? Sam wondered.

She's somebody's hero
A hero to her mother in a rockin' chair
She runs a brush through her silver hair
The envy of the nursing home
She drops by every afternoon
Feeds her mama with a spoon
And that smile lets her know
Her mother's smile lets her know
She's somebody's hero

'Mom, You're my hero.' Sam whispered to the emptiness of her room as she drifted off to sleep.

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