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Sam held her own hair back as she dumped the contents of her breakfast down the toilet. Danny was getting her something for her stomach while on the way to work. She stepped into the kitchen. The old fridge was gone. It sat in the garage while they worked. Small samples of tile lined the counter. The kitchen needed to be paid for before the baby came. Money wasn't tight. It was doable. She had a half hour before she had to leave when she heard a knock at her door. Her mother stood there. Should she open it? Was her mother just her to tell Sam how much she didn't approve of having more children. It wasn't worth the risk. Her mother stood right there holding dresses. Pink and white dresses. They looked to be about Marie's size. Oh how much she wished she had Danny's invisibility right now. She was having flashes of memories come back. Their slight approval after he turned out to be the hero. The concern they had when prom night came around and Danny received many threats. All of which were ignored by Sam. The night that at 20 they announced their engagement. Her mother had a tantrum saying it was too soon, they were too young. Her mother's disappointed stare as she walked down the aisle in the dress she wanted instead of the one her mother spent the entire engagement trying to get her to wear. Her mother telling off Danny at the reception. The look her mother gave her when at 22, employed, and married her mother told her that she had moved way to fast and "Look were you ended up. You don't act like a lady. You married a man whose father is an idiot. You know that is exactly how Daniel will turn out to be. You never married anyone rich. You could have had a doctor or a lawyer. Instead you marry a half ghost at 20! Now, you have messed up again and gotten yourself pregnant! Only two years later!" Sam ran. She didn't want to fight back. She just wanted her mother gone, and she was gone for almost 15 years, but there she was. She had obviously had some work done. Her hair was over dyed. Her eyes seemed grayed.
Sam steadied her heart rate. Where was her father? She looked at the dresses again. They were not pink and white the cases to the dresses were. Why was she here? There was no way she knew Sam was pregnant. No one talked to them. Her mother seemed to be thinking. So was she. Finally, she opened the door. The smell of tears and old perfume hit her before the sight of her mother crying did. She wasn't moved. Her mother cried all the time to get her way, cried or yelled. Today was crying.
"What do you want?" Sam asked. The pain of her mother's words still ring in her head.
"I have some news about... your father."