Chapter 5

The next morning, Cuddy woke up to a tugging on her sheet. She opened her eyes a little to see Michelle staring at her.

"Good morning sweet heart," Cuddy greeted.

"Cuddy I'm hungry."

Cuddy rubbed her eyes to get the sleet out. She sat up in bed and yarned. She stood up and Michelle took her hand. They walked to the kitchen.

"What do you want to eat," asked Cuddy?

"I don't know." "What do you have?"

Cuddy looked in the pantry and found some cereal.

"All we have is cereal."

"That's okay with me."

After breakfast, Cuddy went upstairs to take a shower, while Michelle went in her room to change into some clothes. Cuddy came back downstairs in her jogging suit. She found Michelle watching t.v.

"Where are you going," asked Michelle?

"I'm going jogging."

"Can I go with you?"

"Sure you can."

Michelle ran upstairs and went in her bag. Wen she came back downstairs, she had a pair of skates in her hands.

"No wonder that bag was so heavy," thought Cuddy.

She helped Michelle put her skates on and they made their way out of the door. They jogged two blocks before Cuddy had to slow down a little bit.

"Why did you stop," Michelle asked.

"I got tired a little." "Will go fast again in a little bit."

Cuddy set down on some steps while Michelle spint around in circles.

"Cuddy, do you do this everyday."

"Sure do."

"This was pretty fun." "I don't get to do this with my daddy."

For a moment, Cuddy felt bad for the little girl. She couldn't really do energetic things with her father because of his leg. Cuddy caught her breath and stood up.

"You ready to go."

"Yeap." "Let's race."

Michelle started to skate down the block as fast as she could. Cuddy ran after her and quickly passed her. She was about 10 feet in front of her when she heard crying. Cuddy stopped immediatly and turned around. She saw Michelle sitting on the ground and holding her arm. She ran ack to her as fast as she could.

"Michelle, what happend?"

Michelle just cried. Cuddy took her arm and looked at it. She had a very bad scrape on her right one. Cuddy lifted Michelle up off the ground and moved her back to her house as fast as she could. She sat her down on the armchair and ran up the stairs. She came back down stairs with some peroxcide, band aids, and a few cotton puffs. She quickly up the wound and put some band aids on it. Michelle's crying changed to soft whimpers.

"Are you okay?"

Michelle nodded her head. Cuddy wiped some of the tears from her eyes. She took Michelle's hand and led her to the kitchen.

"You want something to drink."

"Yes please."