Recap: Jessie's Father is killed and leaves her something… She tries to "get items for her sick mother but who really knows her secretive schemes? That's about it! Oh yeah and try out my other stories please!
"Mom, I'm home from grocery shopping!" Jessie lied.
"I'm up here sweetie, your father would be so proud!" replied Jessie's mom.
Jessie quietly walked up the stairs and stepped into her mother's bedroom. Her mom lay disabled on her bed, unable to move any part of her body except her head. "Did I ever tell you how your father died?" asked mother tiredly.
"Yes, mother, almost a billion times," replied Jessie.
"Well, my dearest, that is good, now would you like to hear it again?"
There was a long pause of deliberation whether or not to listen to the story. "Well, if I say no, then mom's feelings would be hurt," Jessie thought.
"Okay, I'll hear it again," sighed Jessie as she sat comfortably on her mother's bed.
"That's my girl," said mother, "now, where to begin…"