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Chapter 7

She watched as Molly shoveled the sand into her pail. The sun's rays reflected off of her shiny red curls making them appear flame-like and gave her milky white skin a soft glow. Every once in awhile she would look up and smile at her mom. Her four year old eyes held wisdom behind them that Abigail had never seen in another child. It could be that she was just biased and felt her little girl was brilliant, or it could be that Molly had lived through a lot in her short life and just formed a better understanding of how things went.

She shifted in her seat, trying her best not to wince. It was hard enough having this incredible pain torturing her every second of the day but pretending that everything was fine was especially challenging. Her body was growing weaker by the day. It was a struggle to get up in the morning and even the simplest activities wore her out. The beach was her retreat. It was where she could relax and also the only time the continuous chill that assaulted her body would disappear in the warmth of the sunlight.

Molly's gasp interrupted her thoughts, "Mommy, are you okay?"

Abigail sat up and reached out her hand to her daughter. "Yes baby, I'm okay. Why?"

Molly grabbed her towel and held it up to her mommy's nose. "Your nose is bleeding."

Her little forehead wrinkled in confusion and worry. "Mommy, are you sick?"

Abigail pressed the towel to her nose once more. She had yet to tell her daughter about her illness. She had spoken with Violet about the situation at Addison's insistence. Violet had recommended that she be honest with her daughter and offered her services to the both of them when they were ready. She scooted over and patted the towel, inviting her to sit next to her.

"You know how mommy always tells you to be completely honest with people because that's where trust comes from?"

Molly nodded her head, "Yes."

Abigail picked her up and sat her on her lap so she was facing her. "Well mommy is going to be honest with you and what I am going to tell you is going to tough to hear. You are going to be confused and sad but I want you to promise me that you will ask any questions you're going to have. I will do my best to answer with what I know, okay?"

She brushed the stray hair behind her ears, "Mommy is very sick. The doctors have done everything they could to help me but I am not getting any better. I'm not going to get better baby. I am dying." She cleared her throat, struggling to choke back the lump of tears that were making their way to the surface, "Do you trust Aunt Addie?"

Molly's bottom lip quivered as she nodded her head. She knew exactly what her mommy was telling her. "Yes, I love her mommy."

"She loves you too sweet pea and when I'm gone I want you to live with her. She's the only person that I could think of that would love you as much as I do. She took care of me when I was little too. Did I tell you that?"

Molly shook her head and sniffled. Abigail could tell that Molly was doing her best to hold it together. She reminded her so much of Addison with her inner strength and her need to take care of others despite the fact she was falling apart inside.

"It's okay to cry Molly. Mommy never did that much when you were a baby because she had forgotten how. But I don't want you to think that it's wrong. If you feel like crying, you do it okay baby? Don't be ashamed of how you feel. You can talk to me about anything you are feeling and you can tell me when you feel scared or sad. Mommy will always be here, watching over you. I'm in your heart and you are apart of mine." She wiped away the free falling tears with her hand, and pulled Molly close, rocking her gently. The devastation and understanding in her daughter's eyes brought her more pain than the cancer ever could give her. Now that her illness was out in the open and Molly knew what was happening there was nothing left to do but wait. In the meantime, she had to learn to enjoy the little moments that make it all worth while….