I woke up from the yacht completely tired from the constant tossing and turning and I don't even know if it was me or the waves that kept beating against the side. Aunt Alice told me that we needed to stay on the boat until after the sun rose and I did but I kept having this strange feeling that I cannot explain.

Something was wrong.

As soon as the sun began to shine its light on me I threw the covers off and quickly put on my shoes. I stopped in my tracks when I saw that Daddy along with my aunts and grandmothers were in the kitchen making breakfast.

Daddy opened his arms up to me and I ran into them as he wrapped a giant hold around my neck.

"Is Mom awake," I asked.

"No, she's sleeping, but you are more than welcome to go up there and sit with her if you want."

I watched as Daddy stood up and yelled for the boys to go outside and help clean up before we begin to eat breakfast. I took the stairs slowly, not really knowing why. I wanted to talk to mom and really find out what she thought of the recital and all the music that I played.

Did she like how I told her own story through notes?

Did it make her side or happy?

It was hard to tell last night when I told her good night since it was dark I was not able to see into her eyes.

I knocked softly and when there was no response I opened the door slowly.

"Mom," I called out quietly so if she was not sleeping I would not disturb her.

I opened the door farther and saw that she was laying on her stomach her favorite position. Her arm was draped around a pillow and I could not help but wonder if it was draped around Daddy just a little while ago.

I tried to be quiet as a mouse as I walked over and climbed into bed next to her. It was strange to see her without her wig the shiny bald head with thin wisps of brown hair. But it was also strange to see her with a wig on since I have gotten so used to her hair the way it is now.

I pulled the blankets back and just watched her sleep.

And I watched and listened for some sound, some movement, but nothing came. I gently reached out and put my hand on shoulder to gently shake her.

"Mom, I came to tell you good morning."

The small shake did not disturb her. This time I shook her a little hard placing my hand on her cheek and rubbing my finger along the jaw line.

"Mom, wake up, its morning."

Her face was so cold another thing I got used to, but this time it was a different type of cold.

"Mommy?" It came out more like a question.

I could feel hot tears begin to fill up my eyes as jumped off the bed and went to the other side to try and look into mom's face.

I sucked in a deep and heavy breath.

"Daddy!!" I screamed with every fiber in me.

I moved to the floor and looked up to mom's face.

Her eyes.

Mine were as full of life right now as the tears feel and splashed onto mom's hand. I picked up her hand held. I brought it up to my lips and kissed the hand that put band aids on my knees, the hand that wiped tears from my face and that brushed my hair.

"I love you, mommy," I said quietly as I could hear the heavy pounding footsteps of everyone in the house run into the room and I could hear everyone of them come to a halt as they saw me on the floor curled in a ball holding my mom's hand.

"Best friends forever, right mom?"

I felt a hand on my shoulder trying to get me to get off the floor.

A/n: This was not a diary entry this was real time in correspondence to BFF or Not. I did mention in the beginning of the diary that this was an alternate ending to BFF or Not. The next chapter will be back to the diary style. I just thought that I could convey more emotion having it be from Molly's POV. I hope that you enjoyed.