It took Beverly a bit longer to recover this time around. She had a lot of help from her husband and in-laws. Alfred and Beverly asked his parents if they could stay with them while they saved money for a house. They were told they could stay as long as they liked.

Every Friday night, the entire family would sit down to watch whichever movie was on 'The Wonderful World of Disney'. This was the first time that Beverly had ever seen any of these movies. She was never allowed to go to the movies growing up because her mother said that's where people go to ruin morality. Beverly got to know the films very well. Eventually, she would sing along and dance with her children. There was one film she absolutely loved, Cinderella. She felt that she could identify with the princess. Every time that movie was on, one of her children would find her and they would watch it together.

It took three years, but Alfred found a four-bedroom house a few blocks away from his parents. He took Beverly to see the house and she loved it. They placed a bid and ended up getting the house. Moving day was a bit chaotic with two toddlers and an infant, but they managed. This was the beginning of their new life.

Lili walked into her mother's study one day, "mommy, Leonard sounds funny."

"What do you mean he 'sounds funny'?"

"He's breathing weird."

Beverly shot out of her seat and followed her daughter. She found her son on the couch wheezing and gasping for air. "Leonard, sweetheart," Beverly saw the panic in her son's eyes, "let's go to the hospital." Beverly lifted her son and had a neighbor come over to watch Michael and Lili. Beverly rushed into the emergency room with her son in her arms. She ran up to the check-in desk, "my son is having trouble breathing." The nurse took the frantic mother and her son to a room. Beverly sat by her son's bed and held his hand. Leonard had an oxygen mask on and had fallen asleep.

"Beverly," Alfred rushed into the room and hugged his wife, "what happened?"

Beverly was trying to not cry, "he had an asthma attack. I didn't even know he had asthma. How could I not know? I'm his mother."

"Honey, I didn't know either. It's okay, he's going to be okay."

"What if there's something wrong with Michael and Lili too and I haven't noticed that either? What if they end up in the hospital like Leonard or worse? What kind of mother am I? I promised myself I would be a better mother than mine and I almost let our three-year-old son die."

"Hey," Alfred held his wife, "shh, he's going to be alright. These things happen all the time and you were amazing. You got someone over quickly to watch Michael and Lili and you got him here in time. You're an amazing mother."

"I can't do this."

"What do you mean?" Alfred was confused by his wife's comment.

"I can't be a mother. I can't bear the thought of outliving my children or something happening to them."

"Honey, you're already a mother. The kids are already here." Alfred looked at his wife for a moment, "are you considering leaving us?"

"I'm so scared and I can't handle this. I don't know what to do and I don't know what I'll do if something happens to one of them."

"Look, we will figure this out. There's no need to rush into anything. Promise me you won't."

Beverly sat there for a moment and looked at her son, "okay," she whispered, "I promise."

After Leonard's asthma attack, Beverly decided to homeschool her children. She made them stay in the house all day and they couldn't go anywhere. She was afraid something would happen to them if they left the house.

"Honey, we need to talk," Alfred told his wife while she was making dinner. "You can't keep the kids inside forever."

"Yes, I can."

"As a psychiatrist, you should know what happens when someone is stuck inside day in and day out."

"Yes, I do, but I can't lose them."

"Come here," Alfred pulled his wife over to the kitchen table where they both sat, "why don't we try and do things a little differently."

"What do you mean?"

"You are a neuroscientist, so write down your observations of the kids being stuck indoors all day. Then maybe have them be homeschooled, but allowed to leave the house. After you can send them to school, but not let them go anywhere. Then send them to school and let them go out some."

"Like an experiment?"

"Yeah, detach yourself emotionally for a while and just be a scientist."

"I don't know if I can do that," Beverly saw the worry in her husband's eyes, "but I can try."

Alfred smiled, "good," he kissed his wife and left the kitchen. While he was trying to help his family, Alfred had no idea just how badly this would affect them all in the end.