It had been a long, exhausting day at Grey-Sloan Memorial and Meredith was preparing to go home to her children. She could not wait to read them a bedtime story, tuck them in and immerse herself into their world. It was her favourite time of the day, yes, she loved her job, she loved working and enjoyed being at the hospital, but spending the evenings with her kids was what she looked forward to the most.

"Schmidt I'm leaving these files in your able hands, okay?" said Meredith as she handed her resident the case files she had been working on all day. An almost impossible case that she was trying to solve, and it was getting the better of her, slowly but surely.

"Yes Dr. Grey, I'm here all night," he reminded her "Got to love the late shifts," he paused.

Meredith merely nodded and caught sight of her sisters walking to the entrance of the hospital "On that note, I'm leaving," and walked away to catch up to Maggie and Amelia.

"Rough day?" asked Amelia noticing Meredith's glum expression "Me too,"

"Me three," piped up Maggie "It's just one of those days,"

"I still haven't figured out Jane Doe's case," said Meredith in frustration "It should be so simple, but it's not,"

"I get that," replied Amelia as she unlocked the car "I have this giant beautiful tumour, but it's inoperable, I've been trying to figure it out all day long,"

"You'll figure it out sisters," encouraged Maggie "We're sister lady chief's,"

Meredith opened the car door when she received a buzz on her page, "Oh no," she said, "It's Schmidt he said it's important,"

"We'll wait," said Amelia "It's better to get the page right outside the hospital door than when you get home, right?"

Meredith's pager buzzed again with 911 flashing, she looked at her sisters and bolted towards the hospital door.

As she entered the ER, she noticed her resident in a frenzy, he was wheeling a young girl on a trolley "What is it Schmidt?" she asked as she grabbed the clipboard from his hand.

"13-year-old girl, Laura Thompson, she fell 5 feet from her roof, head injuries and possible internal bleeding," he said as they brought the gurney into the ER.

"Trauma 3," directed Meredith as she followed them into the Trauma room. Meredith and her interns began to work on the young girl as they attempted to stabilize her. "Schmidt, page Dr. Shepherd for a neuro consult she's outside of the building," she turned to her intern "Hyland, order a CT scan,"

An hour had passed, and Meredith was examining Laura Thompson's scans. "What was she doing on the roof of her house," she muttered to herself.

"Dr. Grey," said Hyland as he stood at the door "Laura's family would like to speak to you,"

"Sure," said Meredith as she grabbed her clipboard "I'm on my way,"

Meredith walked into the waiting room and peered around. Schmidt pointed out the family and she walked over to them. There was a woman and a man, along with three young children. She took a deep breath before she approached them. She wore a neutral expression as she did not want to worry the family nor offer them false hope. She looked at the parents. They looked familiar but she could not place them, perhaps they were previous patients. The man was wearing a black, worn out tracksuit and the mother looked exhausted and withered. "Mrs. Thompson," said Meredith as she extended her hand. "I'm your daughter's doctor,"

The mother stared blankly at Meredith and did not respond. "Laura's injuries show an internal bleeding in the brain, a back fracture and possible brain damage," she continued "Your daughter will need brain surgery, and possibly more after we assess the damage further,"

The mother still did not respond, and Meredith was unsure as to what to say next. "We'll monitor her closely, and we will update you whenever we can," she paused "She's in safe hands here, don't worry,"

The father nodded in response "Thank you Dr. Grey," he replied, "I'm Laura's father," he extended his hand "Eric,"

Meredith nodded and began to walk away "You don't know who I am?" spoke the mother for the first time "You really don't know me?" Meredith turned around, confusion spread across her face and she shook her head "Am I supposed to?" she asked carefully. She was aware the woman was upset therefore she wanted to treat carefully. It was always delicate when dealing with the family. She knew all too well, having been on both sides of the coin.

"Meredith Grey," scoffed the woman "Meredith freakin' Grey," she shook her head in bewilderment as the husband shushed her "Don't do this Mol,"

"Don't do what? Meredith Grey, the greatest surgeon ever," she laughed hysterically "Meredith Grey, the best sister ever," a tear began to slide down her cheek "Meredith freakin' Grey – you know Lexie barely spoke to me after she transferred to this hospital for her internship? I saw her only a handful of times before she died – she was my big sister. She spent twenty-five years with me, she barely even knew you," she paused "But you were the greatest sister ever,"

Meredith stared at the woman in shock. She did not know what to say – what could she say? This was her sister that she barely knew. She never had a solid conversation with her. She had not seen this woman in over thirteen years – not since she had helped to deliver her baby. Even when Lexie was alive, Meredith had no intentions on building any relationship with Molly. Lexie had forced it – Meredith had to build a relationship with her, and it turned out to be the best thing she ever did. Molly never reached out, Meredith had a fleeting glance at her and her family at Lexie's funeral but that was as far as it went.

"Molly," she said simply. "I-I didn't recognize you," she took a deep breath "I'm sorry about your daughter, I will do everything I can for her,"

"Just – just mind my baby girl," said Molly tears flooding down from her cheeks "I've lost my entire family, my mother, my father, my big sister – I can't lose her aswell,"

Meredith nodded and walked away without a second word. She never expected this to happen, she thought her life was finally going smoothly, finally going as plan, she should have known better.