Late at night, Jane's eyes shoot open, she's feels something in her stomach. Knowing what it is, she quickly gets out of bed and runs to the bathroom, where she throws up.
A few seconds later Joyce runs in and kneels next to her daughter.
After she finishes vomiting she hugs her mother and cries. She hates getting sick.
"Ssh ssh, it's okay," Joyce says trying to calm her, "You're going to be okay."
Joyce knew that wasn't going to help, but it's all she could give.
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The next day, Joyce goes into Jane's room, finding her daughter lying in bed, looking like she wants to die.
"Hey, how are you feeling?"
She moans in response. Joyce kneels next to her and softly strokes her hair, "I know this sucks but, it won't last long, I promise."
Jane just blinks.
"Try and get some sleep okay," she kisses her head, "Call me if you need me."
She moves to go out the door.
"I love you," Joyce stops in her tracks, wondering if she really heard that. She turns around, "Did you just speak?"
Again, she says, "I love you."
Joyce nearly cries from happiness, her daughter spoke, for the first time. While she never cared whether she did speak or not, this was an amazing milestone.
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Sorry it's short, I haven't written anything for this story in a while.