Author's note: A special note to my friend Nell Lime for giving me ideas and helping edit my chapter. I am writing a different story this time and it's about Dora's intake on her arrival of Green Gables and what she thinks of Anne and even GIlbert I feel like Dora doesn't get enough credit and i thought she has a story that wants to be told, so I am going to write it. I hope you guys enjoy it.

Please check out Nell Lime's stories as well. She is a fantastic writer. Check out her newest story. Our Own Little Family. Thank you Nell Lime.

Chapter1:

Dora Keith of Green Gables, still remembered that vivid, horrible day back at her old home in East Grafton. She never would forget that day. She didn't think her twin brother Davy would forget it

either. The memory was so real for the both of them to this day.

It was a gray, dull morning when our story started. Dora Keith had gotten up early when the neighbor's rooster started its noise at the crack of dawn. Dora got out of her warm bed she had shared with Davy and slowly and quietly she got herself dressed.

The young doctor that has been staying with the Keith family, Doctor Franklin had fallen asleep in the chair by her mothers beside. He slowly woke up when the old rooster crowed next door and quickly checked Dora's mothers pulse.

Dora couldn't watch, she mumbled that she was going out to gather the few precious eggs the hens had managed to lay for them. Dora went to the little wooden table to grab her basket. She'd grabbed it just as Doctor Franklin got up and knelt down before her so he could be at Dora's eye level. He put a tender, caring hand on Dora's shoulder and her eyes slowly went to look at the ground.

"Please." Dora whimpered. " Please tell me she'll be alright. I- we have no place to go."

Doctor Franklin gently squeezed her shoulder and that's all she needed to know.

"You're a doctor! You're supposed to help people get better! Help Momma get better! You can't let her die. Please don't let her die, Doctor Franklin. I'll sell everything in the house we own to pay you without mommas permission. Please save her." Dora begged.

"Dora. I've done all I could, child. You've got to believe me. I may be fresh out of medical school, but I've done my best. Your momma was the first patient I have had and it's been an honor. I'm sorry sweetheart. I-I don't have anything left to offer her. Her body is too weak." Doctor Franklin tried to tell her.

Shaking her shoulder free, she grabbed her basket to get ready to collect the eggs for breakfast. But, before she left, she took a glance at her twin Davy. He was still sound asleep. He would be up as soon as breakfast was starting to cook. He was always hungry

.

Then she looked at her mother. She was so thin, almost a skeleton. She hasn't eaten in days or even weeks. Dora and even Davy tried to get her to eat. From eggs, to dry toast and soup. Whatever Dora could get her hands on from friends and neighbors.

Her hair had mostly fallen out now and Dora cried when it did. She remembered when she was younger, her mother had long, beautiful, blond hair. Just like Dora's. But that has long been gone. Her hair was just thin and scraggly and ready to fall out even more.

Her mother's face was thin and hollow. Her eyes almost sunken in. Her body was turning a grayish color. Death was slowly eating her mother alive. Dora knew it, so did Davy.

Davy -

Davy was terrified of going near their mother. He wasn't used to seeing her like this. But slowly, he did get used to it and would sometimes crawl on the bed with her and talk about his day with the neighbor kids. What games they played and what they did in town. Keeping his promise, he stayed out of trouble. Then other days, he would sit in the rocking chair looking so defeated, miserable and sad looking, he didn't have the heart to do anything bad the rest of the night.

Dora knew her momma was going to die today. Even in the early morning. Her mother deserved peace by this point. She has been suffering for so long. She was tired. She was ready to go home. Dora knew it.

Dora may be only 6 years old, but when you live in a town like East Grafton, you need to learn to be a grownup quickly. That is what she had to do. Now, she needed to be a grown up and take care of Davy.

Dora bit her lip to keep it from trembling. But it was the tears that gave it away. Dora put the basket back down that she was going to use to collect the eggs.

"Should I wake Davy?" Dora asked.

Doctor Franklin nodded his head yes.

Dora went over to the bed that she and Davy shared. Davy was still sleeping. Dora gently shook his shoulder and turned around to look at her with his sleepy eyes.

"Dora?" Davy mumbles.

"It's Momma, Davy. We-we need to say our goodbyes now. Doctor Franklin thinks we don't have much time left with Momma. Less than an hour." Dora said softly.

Davy gave a soft whimper, and he slowly got out of bed. Dora puts her hand out so Davy can hold it. She knew he was going to need her support. Davy took her little hand and together they both walked towards their mothers bedside to say goodbye.

—

Dora and Davy quietly and slowly walked up to their mothers bedside. Dora sat down in the old rocking chair that Doctor Franklin usually sits in. Dora took her mothers frail, tired, worn hand into her own and brought her hand up to her cheek.

Sniffing a little bit, Dora said, "I promise to look after Davy and do my best to try and keep him out of trouble Momma. I'll try my best to have us not be separated and kept together. You have been a good Momma. Thank you for always taking care of us before you got sick. I love you Momma. You deserve peace and free of pain. Rest peacefully Momma. I love you."

Dora wasn't sure if her mother even heard a word she said. Dora took a peek at her mother. Her mother looked almost soulless. It shocked Dora to the core. She never had seen anyone like this. She has seen her mother fading this since she was sick yes, but she had always been afraid to truly look at her. She figured she would take a quick glance at her now before it was too late. Dora almost regretted it. She quickly gave her mother a little kiss on the cheek and then she went over to Davy.

Davy sat down in the chair just like Dora did and gently took his mothers hand. He was sniffing quietly trying not to be heard. He was trying to be the "man of the house."

"I'm sorry you got sick Momma. You have been a good momma. I'm going to miss you telling us stories and tucking us in at bedtime. I promise to keep Dora safe and make sure she will be taken care of. Goodbye Momma. Have a good sleep." Davy mumbled.

Dora saw the look of surprise on Davy's face as their mother squeezed his hand ever so slightly, before going limp in his hand. Davy peeked over to Dora waiting for a nod before leaning over to quickly give his mother a tender kiss on her cheek. Then he lifted himself up, and ran over to Dora to be with her. He wrapped his little arms around her, and together they sat on the bed.

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Dora felt like she had been waiting for a long time. She felt like she should be making breakfast or getting Davy dressed for the day. But instead, she and Davy were waiting with Doctor Franklin.

Doctor Franklin sat with the twins as they waited. He kept checking their mother's pulse, listening to her heart and lungs between glancing at the small clock they kept on the mantle. He'd tried to make small talk, sharing about what he'd liked so far since graduating and coming to help his mother's brother with his practice there in East Grafton. How he had a girl in Charlottetown he meant to marry. He'd let them listen to her heart beat, it grew weaker and weaker each time.

Davy was starting to get antsy at just sitting and waiting. He was dressed by this point and so was Dora. Dora had Davy go play with some blocks and his train set quietly in the corner. Davy didn't need to be told twice. It gave him something to do.

Dora got out her sewing project she was working on. Her apron had a big hole in it. Dora was outside one day in the little yard they had. There was a rose bush and her apron got caught in it. A big hole was made and she was heartbroken. That was her best apron and she couldn't afford another one. She asked her neighbor Mrs. Janie if she could help her get started on it.

That was a few weeks ago and Dora hasn't spent much time on her apron as she has hoped. She had been too busy. But, she got out her apron and little sewing kit and started to work on it.

Dora wasn't sure how long she had been working on her apron. A half hour, hour? But she was making some progress on it and Davy was being good at playing with his toys in the corner.

Dora was about to make another stitch in her apron when Doctor Franklin came up to her. She looked startled because she was concentrating so hard on her work, she didn't see or hear him approach her.

Davy noticed Doctor Franklin come up to Dora too and he quickly ran over to her. He sat on the bed with Dora and clutched her hand.

"I'm so sorry children, your mother passed away."

Dora turned pale and felt sick to her stomach. Davy let out a shriek and took off running outside.

Dora didn't try to stop him. She looked at Doctor Franklin. " Davy and I are orphans now, We have no family, no one to take us in. It's your fault Doctor Franklin. It's your fault if Davy and I are split up."

Dora's cold words hurt Doctor Franklin. Surprised him. At the moment, he didn't have time to deal with his own feelings. He had the children to deal with. He knelt down to be at Dora's level and placed a hand on her shoulder.

" That's what I wanted to tell you, Dora. You and Davy won't be split up. I took the matters into my own hands and wrote to a relative, you and Davy. A woman named Marilla Cuthbert. She adopted a girl herself and has raised her. Marilla and the young women that she adopted will help raise you and Davy. She is a well respected woman from where she comes from. You and Davy won't have to be split child. Marilla and her adopted daughter will be here this afternoon, with her adopted daughter's friend. A young man. You don't have to worry about being taken away from more little one. You and Davy will be safe." Doctor Franklin said.

Dora felt her legs collapse underneath her.