I own nothing.

Even at a crazy state of mind and an old age. She still has love.

"Arnold's grandmother? This is a joke, right?" Helga said. Her older self shook her head and left.

Helga began to look in the lake. She played with the wrinkles trying to see the woman underneath the age. She knew Gertie. Although she was old, she loved Arnold and her family.

"Is it her ability to love?" Helga asked the sky.

"Close but no." The clouds seemed to answer.

"Well it is the fact that even though she is crazy. People still love her. I mean, I so horrible and I don't feel loved. I don't even feel noticed, yet she's gone crazy and she has the world to love her. When she's gone, she will be missed and remembered. I can imagine Arnold always keeping her picture on his mantel. Wishing everyday that she could see his kids grow up. He would know that someday in the far off future she would." Helga said while starting to cry. She wanted out of here there was no use in lying. Her own mind had become her prison.

"You figured that one out pretty fast." Older Helga said. She sat down beside Helga and out her hand on Helga's shoulder.

"I can't lie about it. My family is horrible. I'm horrible. I let it get this way. I shouldn't be afraid to admit my feelings like Phoebe did. I should be able to live my life not dependent on someone that may never love me. I should be happy and try to see some good in the world not just Arnold. I should know that people love me even through I'm the most horrible person sometimes." Helga admitted.

"You know you have one more person to be, and one more day to live." Older Helga said.

"Who and when is that?" Helga asked.

"Yourself and tomorrow." Older Helga said.

"What?" Helga said. She opened her eyes to see her room. It was time to live tomorrow and leave yesterday behind as if it was just a dream.