After getting into the limo, Ayden sat between Ryan and Troy, both of which we sitting there quietly. Unsure of where they were heading Ayden pulled on Ryan's pant leg.

"Dad, where are we going?"

Ryan looked at Troy questioningly, which Troy shrugged in response.

"We are just going to go to the mall, and see what kind of stores they have." Troy said to the blond little boy

Ayden looked and stared at his dad with an odd expression on his face.

"What's a mall?" Ayden asked confused

Once again Ryan and Troy looked at each other in explanation. Ryan was the first to speak this time.

"A mall is a big store that has a bunch of different stores inside it."

"So its like Wal*Mart?"

Ryan laughed and shook is head.

"Sorta, but not exactly Ayden." Ryan said, looking amused

Troy decided he would try explaining this time.

"A mall is a big building, with lots of rooms, that you can buy different things from. Each store has its own room, to put its own items in."

"So, what you're saying is, it's like a house. The living room has the couch and chair, the bathroom has the tub and sink, and my room has a bed and a dresser."

Troy and Ryan sighed. This was not going to be easy. It seemed as if Melanie had not taken Ayden really anywhere besides Wal*Mart. How was he going to explain what everything was, if Ayden had never even heard of it?

"You know what Ayden, don't worry about what the mall is. You'll get to see it in a little while, and you'll get to see how amazing it is." Troy said smiling at Ryan

Ayden looked up Troy, smiled, and then looked at his dad who looked deeply in thought.

How is it he doesn't know what the mall is? Did his mother never take him to the mall? I mean, it was a two-minute walk for her parent's house; it wasn't like she would have been going so far out of her way. What about an amusement park? Has he ever been to Disney? Where has been?

"Ayden, have you ever been to Disney?"

Ayden shook his head and answered.

"No, but mommy said she would take me last summer, but then she got sick. Is mommy going to get better soon?"

Ryan held in his look of despair.

How do you tell your 5 year old son that his mother has a terminal illness and probably won't survive until his 6th birthday?

"Well, I don't know Ayden. Your mom didn't say what kind of treatment she was getting for whatever it is she has."

"Can we call her?"

Ryan shook his head.

"I don't think so little man, but maybe we can write her a letter instead, that way she can always keep it on her. How does that sound to you?"

"Sounds good dad."

Sorry about the short chapter again,. I've been super busy and that's no excuse not to write when I can. Eventually, any short chapters that I write in school with be added together as one chapter, I just don't have time right now. Review, and I promise, if I can, Ill write more tonight.