A/N: Might be a little OOC because I haven't seen Any Day Now since the Lifetime reruns were on and we all know how long ago that was. I was probably only about thirteen when they quit airing the reruns on television anyway; so… Oh well; enjoy. =)

I walked down the stairs and found Colliar sitting at the table eating a piece of fruit.

"Mary Lisbeth?" Colliar asked. I looked at him and walked over to the table. I stood behind him and rubbed his shoulders.

"Yes?" I asked smiling. He sighed softly.

"Keep that up." He replied and I laughed.

"No really, what'd you want?" I questioned. He looked at me.

"I was just wondering if that was you coming down the stairs or if it was Emmett." Colliar replied.

"He's here?" I asked. We haven't seen our grandson in a long time.

"Yeah Kelly dropped him off earlier. She asked if we could watch him for a while." Colliar said. I nodded. "Well, I have to be going." He stood up. He hugged and kissed me. "Bye sug." Colliar walked out the door leaving me standing there watching it. Well I must be leaving to work on my book. I decided to write a book about what I know best. My family. My husband of thirty years, my daughter Kelly, my son Davis, grandson Emmett, and my childhood best friend Rene Jackson, of course I couldn't forget Bobby. I would remember my son for the rest of my life; he'd been gone over twenty years, but I still loved him. I pulled the pencil out of my hair and went to sit in front of the computer. I know my family very well, but I'm not sure which stories to put in the book. For instance, I have known Colliar and Rene since I was twelve years old. We have been married since we were nineteen. There are truly so many stories in our married life. Then Bobby, Kelly and Davis. What do I say about my children? I remember when they were born. The first time I held my son. When I heard him cry for the first time I knew my life had changed forever. I was a teenage mother and I'm now aware of the hardships my children had to endure because of my life choices. Then the birth of our other two children. What all would I write? If I wrote about all of those experiences my book would be ten thousand pages. And I can't forget the day I became a grandmother. That was a very moving day for me. I'm not a racist, even living in Birmingham, Alabama all my life; but I can hold nothing against my daughter, son-in-law and grandson. I cannot be angry at Kelly when she did the same thing that I did. I wanted her to learn from my mistakes, but that doesn't always happen. As in my daughter's case. Just then, the phone rang and I answered it after three rings.

"Hello?" I asked. I put the phone on my shoulder while I turned on the computer.

"M.E?" I heard on the other side of the line. I grabbed the phone and put it to my other ear.

"Rene?" I questioned. I heard her laugh.

"Well of course it's me." I could tell she was smiling.

"I'm sorry Rene. I've been doing a lot of thinking about my new book."

"What are you writing about this time M.E?" Rene asked. This was my turn to smile.

"I'm writing about what I know best. My family and friends." I replied. I heard some shuffling in Rene's law office. "Rene?" There was a long pause. It sounds as though she put the phone on the desk. I heard people talking, but it was mumbled. As soon as I turned to the computer Rene picked up the phone.

"M.E, I'm sorry about that. I have to go. I have a client in my office. Maybe I'll come over tonight." Rene said and I nodded.

"That would be good." I paused. "Oh wait, Colliar will be out of town tomorrow if you want to come over and we can have a slumber party just like we used to." I said excitedly.

"Sounds great M.E, but I have to go." With that she hung up the phone. I turned back to the computer. I was about to start writing about the most important people in my life.