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"Daddy?" Shego rubbed her father's arm, "Wake up!" Shego sniffled, "Wake up Daddy!" A neurotic neighbor paused her doings to gaze at the unfortunate child. She had looked long enough for the little Shego to cry, "Margie!" Then there was another howl, then one more, It was coming from the table. "Oh . . ." The new born twins were crying. Margie didn't know much about kids, but she had been asked to baby-sit for the time being. "You poor, poor baby." Margie soothed as she wiped one of the twin's faces with a cool cloth. "That's not what he wants." Mego informed the woman. He was holding a rattle over the other twin teasing him. Wego 2 shrieked. "Oh! Good idea!" The woman snatched the rattle from Mego and handed it to the Wego twins. "Hey! That was mine!" Mego whined.
Margie didn't know what to do. Here, four children were in hysterical states. The only one who wasn't weeping was Hego who was looking out the window, wordlessly. Margie guessed this was his soul expression of misery.
The two twins were both pulling on the rattle, angrily spitting baby prattle at one another. Margie lifted both of the twins into her arms. "Let's go put you to bed!" She said in a soft sing-song voice. The twins did not want to go to bed. Both of them cried louder.
Shego turned away from her father's body. "Here Margie." She said with a sniffle taking Wego 1. Shego cradled her brother in her arms just like she had done with her baby doll. She softly sang to him. Wego 1 instantaneously fell asleep in Shego's arms and Wego 2 soon followed. Margie looked astonished for a second then beamed at Shego. "You're just like your mother where children are concerned." Shego smiled back. She loved her mommy.
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Ten Minutes Later. . .
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Margie sighed in relief as she descended back down the stairs. "They're sound asleep." Margie shushed as she went back to the older children. Mego and Shego were still sobbing incoherently to themselves. The woman hugged Mego. "I'm so sorry kids." "Sorry . . . for what?" Shego asked Margie. Hego turned around and nodded to Margie. It was time that they found out anyway. "I don't know how to say this kids . . . But you don't have any parents anymore." "Not uh." Shego argued. "Yeah huh." Hego argued back. "Not uh." "Yeah huh." "What about Mommy?" Shego pronounced smugly. She had defeated her older brother. She was smarter. "Mommy's not here." Margie interrupted the feuding siblings. "Well duh." Shego remarked. "She's not coming back." Hego said gently. "How come?" Shego asked rubbing her arm uncomfortably. "She's . . . she's . . ." "She's dead." Hego told his siblings with equal empathy.
Mego, as predicted was first to cry. "Why she die?" Mego asked as he hugged Margie tighter. Margie did not know how to explain this to two young children. "When your new brothers were born a few days ago, Mommy became so tired that she died."
The two burst into tears again. Margie sighed. She knew she hadn't told the kids word-for-word what had happened but, she didn't want to hurt them that much, the story needed a ton of padding. "What happen' to dadda?" asked Mego between furious sobs. "He died." Margie tried not to let the kids see her tears. She had loved their father just as much as they did. They had been neighbors almost forever. "Hego said Daddy isn't dead." Shego reminded Margie. "It depends on what you consider dead dear. He's alive. But he won't be able to walk anymore, or talk anymore. He's like . . ." "A baby?" Hego asked wonderingly.
"Yes. Your father is a baby." Margie said in defeat. It was easier than explaining the whole life-support theory. "But you don't need to take care of him. Those plugs there will take care of him. So don't ever pull them out." Margie instructed in a serious voice. Shego and Mego nodded. "How did daddy become a baby?" Shego asked touching her father's hand again. "Well --- your dad was so devastated about your Mommy's death that he tried to . . . um . . . join her in heaven." Margie reported bleakly. Suicide was too strong a word for kids of such young ages. "Ohhhhhh . . ." The two said in unison.
"Who gonna to take care of us?" Shego inquired in a dismal voice. "You're grandmother is going to fly in from New York to take care of you. She's just getting things rearranged at her end." Margie said with a smile. "Yay!" Hego, Shego and Mego all hugged Margie. They loved their Grandmother. She was the best grandmother in the world.
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"Daddy?" Shego rubbed her father's arm, "Wake up!" Shego sniffled, "Wake up Daddy!" A neurotic neighbor paused her doings to gaze at the unfortunate child. She had looked long enough for the little Shego to cry, "Margie!" Then there was another howl, then one more, It was coming from the table. "Oh . . ." The new born twins were crying. Margie didn't know much about kids, but she had been asked to baby-sit for the time being. "You poor, poor baby." Margie soothed as she wiped one of the twin's faces with a cool cloth. "That's not what he wants." Mego informed the woman. He was holding a rattle over the other twin teasing him. Wego 2 shrieked. "Oh! Good idea!" The woman snatched the rattle from Mego and handed it to the Wego twins. "Hey! That was mine!" Mego whined.
Margie didn't know what to do. Here, four children were in hysterical states. The only one who wasn't weeping was Hego who was looking out the window, wordlessly. Margie guessed this was his soul expression of misery.
The two twins were both pulling on the rattle, angrily spitting baby prattle at one another. Margie lifted both of the twins into her arms. "Let's go put you to bed!" She said in a soft sing-song voice. The twins did not want to go to bed. Both of them cried louder.
Shego turned away from her father's body. "Here Margie." She said with a sniffle taking Wego 1. Shego cradled her brother in her arms just like she had done with her baby doll. She softly sang to him. Wego 1 instantaneously fell asleep in Shego's arms and Wego 2 soon followed. Margie looked astonished for a second then beamed at Shego. "You're just like your mother where children are concerned." Shego smiled back. She loved her mommy.
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Ten Minutes Later. . .
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Margie sighed in relief as she descended back down the stairs. "They're sound asleep." Margie shushed as she went back to the older children. Mego and Shego were still sobbing incoherently to themselves. The woman hugged Mego. "I'm so sorry kids." "Sorry . . . for what?" Shego asked Margie. Hego turned around and nodded to Margie. It was time that they found out anyway. "I don't know how to say this kids . . . But you don't have any parents anymore." "Not uh." Shego argued. "Yeah huh." Hego argued back. "Not uh." "Yeah huh." "What about Mommy?" Shego pronounced smugly. She had defeated her older brother. She was smarter. "Mommy's not here." Margie interrupted the feuding siblings. "Well duh." Shego remarked. "She's not coming back." Hego said gently. "How come?" Shego asked rubbing her arm uncomfortably. "She's . . . she's . . ." "She's dead." Hego told his siblings with equal empathy.
Mego, as predicted was first to cry. "Why she die?" Mego asked as he hugged Margie tighter. Margie did not know how to explain this to two young children. "When your new brothers were born a few days ago, Mommy became so tired that she died."
The two burst into tears again. Margie sighed. She knew she hadn't told the kids word-for-word what had happened but, she didn't want to hurt them that much, the story needed a ton of padding. "What happen' to dadda?" asked Mego between furious sobs. "He died." Margie tried not to let the kids see her tears. She had loved their father just as much as they did. They had been neighbors almost forever. "Hego said Daddy isn't dead." Shego reminded Margie. "It depends on what you consider dead dear. He's alive. But he won't be able to walk anymore, or talk anymore. He's like . . ." "A baby?" Hego asked wonderingly.
"Yes. Your father is a baby." Margie said in defeat. It was easier than explaining the whole life-support theory. "But you don't need to take care of him. Those plugs there will take care of him. So don't ever pull them out." Margie instructed in a serious voice. Shego and Mego nodded. "How did daddy become a baby?" Shego asked touching her father's hand again. "Well --- your dad was so devastated about your Mommy's death that he tried to . . . um . . . join her in heaven." Margie reported bleakly. Suicide was too strong a word for kids of such young ages. "Ohhhhhh . . ." The two said in unison.
"Who gonna to take care of us?" Shego inquired in a dismal voice. "You're grandmother is going to fly in from New York to take care of you. She's just getting things rearranged at her end." Margie said with a smile. "Yay!" Hego, Shego and Mego all hugged Margie. They loved their Grandmother. She was the best grandmother in the world.
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