Hey ya'll! Okay so here is the scoop, I FINALLY FINISHED IT! So here is the deal. After this Chapter there will only be 2 chapters left. I know, it doesn't seem like I will be able to wrap it up in just 2 chapters, but bear with me. So, I hope you like the last few chapters and thanks again for the reviews! I really really like them! They make me feel all good inside! Hope you like this chapter as much as the rest of the story.

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Today was the day Miriam was coming home. Helga had been cleaning the house so much that she swore he hands were turning blue from the overdose of cleaner. After noticing the intoxicating smell of the cleanser Helga went down to the flower shop and quickly bought some sweet smelling daisies. Helga, exhausted and lacking all energy, collapsed on the couch. No sooner had her butt check introduced itself to the couch cushion, the doorbell rang.

In that instant Helga forgot all about the pains surging through her body and ran at full speed, slightly slipping along the way, to the front door. With all her energy Helga unlocked the door and thrust it open, almost falling backwards in the process.

The face that greeted her wasn't the one she was expecting. Helga was face-to-face with Rebecca. Her face was red and tears were making a sojourn down her face. The two just stared at each other for a moment, both staring intently into each other's eyes. Rebecca finally opened her mouth to release the words inside her.

"You're father…"

Rebecca dropped a tear full of more pain than any amount of blood could indicate. Helga had no idea what to do or stay. It was like she was having an out of body experience. Finally Rebecca pushed out a few words.

"Can I come in?"

Helga was awaken and she could finally move again. Without even thinking she replied.

"YES! Come in Rebecca! Do you want some tea? I can't really make tea, but I can try!"

Rebecca came into the family room and sat on the edge of the couch and shook her head slightly to indicate she couldn't drink/eat anything even if she wanted. Helga sat down and put her arm around Rebecca. It seemed like Rebecca was still in a state of shock.

"You can stay here as long as you want. Olga won't be coming home anytime soon so you can stay in her room."

Rebecca gave a weak nod.

Slow footsteps were heard from the hallway. Helga looked up to find her mother standing looking questionably at her and this strange woman crying on her couch. Miriam looked extremely different from the last time Helga had seen her. She seemed to have actually become the woman that Helga had always wanted her to be, a regular, caring mother. Finally getting it through her head that her mother was standing in the hallway, Helga ran to her mom and tackle hugged her. Rebecca gave out a feeble laugh as she witnessed this middle school girl almost knock down this woman carrying three bags in two hands. Miriam looked like she was caught in between rejoicing to the heavens that her daughter was with her and the sheer confusion from the woman that was with her daughter.

"Um, Helga, I am really glad to see you, but may I ask who this woman is?"

Helga jerked as if she was on the electric chair when she realized that her mother had never met nor heard of Rebecca before. How was she going to explain this one?

"Mom, this is Rebecca. She, um, is a friend of Dad's and since he left to, um, go head up the Chicago store and she is going through a really hard time I offered for her to stay here in Olga's room. Is that fine with you?"

Helga purposefully avoided the topic of Rebecca being her father's girlfriend, if she was still that anyways, and that her father fled to Chicago as soon as he heard Miriam was coming home. Her mother just got out of Rehab, she didn't need anymore trauma in her life until she was 100 secure.

Miriam tilted her head questionably to the side as she looked at Rebecca, still sitting on the couch but now she was blowing her nose as tears formed lines down her face.

Miriam looked at Helga. The plea to her mother was outlined imploringly in her eyes. As Miriam looked into Helga's eyes for some reason she kept thinking of how many times she disappointed her child. Miriam owed her so many years that she could never give. Miriam again glanced at Rebecca as she wiped the tears from her cheeks one at a time.

"If you truly want to help her, I suppose I can't see anything wrong with that," Miriam finally let out in a moderately quiet tone.

Both Helga and Rebecca half looked up to Miriam perplexed and relieved. Rebecca finally received the energy to slide herself off the couch. Rebecca took in a deep, painful breath that seemed as if it slit her lungs.

"Thank you Miriam. I promise to be of help around the house and I also promise that I won't stay for long."

Miriam looked deeply into the soul of this burdened woman. It was almost as if Miriam found herself in the tangled soul of Rebecca.

"Stay as long as you want. If you have won the love of my daughter then you are welcome anytime for however long in this house."

With that Helga gave her mother another humungous hug, but this time Miriam had put down her bags so she could embrace her daughter as well. Rebecca slowly moved over by the two, picked up Miriam's bags, and went upstairs to place them in her room. Helga thought to herself, whoever said, "Three's a crowd," must have been seriously antisocial.