Later that night Trudy, Adrian, Hope, Dwight and Marsha went to the park. Marsha had ordered pizza.

"Mom," Trudy laughed, "I can't believe that Pizza Delight agreed to deliver the pizza to the park."

"The pizza place knows your father and I well," Marsha smiled, "We always tip then 50%."

"50%," Trudy exclaimed.

"Can we chip in," Adrian asked.

"You can do no such thing," Marsha said, "Believe me, we can afford the tip."

"I know but-"

"But nothing," Marsha said, "You have no idea how amazing it is, what's happened."

"It's just as amazing to me," Adrian pointed out.

Trudy laughed.

"How long is this going to be a big deal," she asked, "I mean it's been almost four months."

"You being alive is always going to be a huge deal," Dwight answered.

"Exactly," Marsha replied.

Trudy smiled.

"I'm just afraid to take advantage of this. You guys have all been so wonderful."

Marsha put a hand on top of her daughter's hand.

"Trudy," she said, "You are the wonderful one. When GOD gave you back to us He gave us our life back."

"But you guys weren't dead," Trudy pointed out.

"We were breathing," Dwight admitted, "But we wished we were gone instead of you."

"When you had leukemia," Marsha continued, "Your dad and I both wished we could be the ones that had it instead of you. We would have taken the chemo in a heartbeat."

"Do you guys have any idea how much I love you," Trudy exclaimed, "I love you and dad and Adrian and Hope so much that it…"

"So much that it hurts sometimes," Marsha filled in for her.

"Losing my memories hurts," Trudy admitted.

"Your memories will come back," Dwight told her.

Before the conversation could continue Marsha heard a familiar voice. It was Lynsee from the Big Sisters program. Marsha had volunteered for that program and was paired up with Lynsee. She was such a sweet girl. Marsha adored her.

"Hi Lynsee," Marsha said, waving.

Lynsee jogged over to where Marsha and her family were.

"Hey," she said, "I'm so glad I ran into you today. I never got a chance to say thank you for being there for me last year when I was going through a tough time. You're not just a volunteer. I consider you, my friend."

"I consider you mine too," Marsha told the 12-year-old, "Everyone this is Lynsee. I met her through the big sister program. Lynsee this is my family."

"I'm guessing you're Dwight," Lynsee said looking at Dwight.

"That's me," Dwight replied.

"I'm Adrian," Adrian said, "Her son-in-law."

"Nice to meet you Adrian," Lynsee said.

She paused for a moment.

"Who's this," she asked.

Marsha's eyes lit up. Her smile got as big as a child's on Christmas.

"This," she said motioning to her daughter, "is Trudy."

"She survived the bombing," Adrian added.

"That's incredible," Lynsee exclaimed, "When did you find out."

"Tomorrow it will be exactly four months to the day that we found out," Marsha said.

Lynsee hugged her friend.

It was at that moment Hope woke up and started crying.

"Aw," Lynsee said, peeking into the stroller, "She's adorable."

"Thanks," Trudy said smiling, "That's Hope."

Hope's crying got louder.

"I think someone needs a new diaper," Marsha said.

"I'll go," Dwight replied, grabbing the diaper bag in one hand and pushing the stroller with the other.

"Is she your baby," Lynsee asked Marsha.

"Adrian and Trudy adopted Hope 12 days ago," Marsha said, "From birth."

"She's beautiful," Lynsee smiled.

"Thank you, Lynsee," Trudy said.

A few minutes later Dwight got back with the baby.

"Could I hold her," Lynsee asked.

"Go into the bathroom and wash your hands," Dwight said, "She has a little sniffle. I don't want her to get sick."

Lynsee hurried into the bathroom.

It was 3 o'clock in the morning. Dwight and Marsha's landline rang. Marsha rubbed her eyes and picked it up.

"Hello?"

"MOM," Trudy exclaimed, "Hope is really sick. She threw up all over herself. She has a fever of 106. I'm terrified."

Marsha felt her heart skip a beat.

"Okay honey," she said trying to stay calm, "Where are you?"

"Adrian and I are in the ambulance with Hope. Mom, what if we lose her?"

"That's not going to happen," Marsha said, "Hang tight. Your dad and I are on the way."