In the back of the attic Tatum found a box marked "Chyler" in her father's somewhat shaky handwriting. "How the hell did you get this up here daddy?" she murmured opening it. It dawned on her these were things her father couldn't have around because they hurt his heart. Scraps of fabric, her drawings, perfume, pictures and finally what appeared to be a collection of journals. A letter lay on top of them. She opened her mothers handwriting greeted her.

Tatum,

My love its ok I want you to read them and your girls to read them and your girls if they one day exist ! I may not always be here for you and I want you to know me and learn from my journey and remember I love you~ Mama

It was dated the day she was diagnosed Tatum realized. She dug through finding the one with the earliest date.

7-13-99

So, today was my first day of high school and in a new town too. Pentucket high is pretty average. What's not so average is the Cena boys. Sean is a complete sweetheart who befriended me in math. He's cute and funny has a great smile. But dear lord his brother John is easily the finest thing I have ever seen. All I kept thinking was "Oh My God! Oh My God! " He is so far out of my league though… I felt something when he shook my hand… but maybe its all in my head. Either way I think I'll like it here…until tomorrow…~Chy

"Mama, you need help up here?" Tatum's oldest Ashton who had just turned twenty led the way up the attic stairs. Followed by seventeen year old Jaylyn and fourteen almost 15Canden.

"Hey girls I found Grandie's journals and I have strict instructions to read them you guys game?" all three nodded setting in the floor around their mother.


AN: I know its short guys but I'm just getting my feet under me with this one so stick with me… and pretty please review! Meg…