That night Marsha, Dwight and Trudy came into the toy store.

"Hi," Marsha said, "We're looking to buy a kid car for our daughter."

"Oh. Is it her birthday or something?" another customer asked, overhearing that.

"No," Dwight replied, "She just wants it."

"Well," the customer laughed, "Someone is spoiled."

"No," Marsha said angrily, "My daughter has Leukemia. She was just diagnosed. She had her first treatment today. Trudy is the least spoiled person that GOD has ever graced this world with. Don't go making assumptions, lady."

The customer looked down ashamed.

"I'm sorry," she said, "I just didn't think-"

"You're right," Marsha replied, "You didn't think."

The customer cleared her throat.

"My name is Dawn Monk," she said.

"Good for you," Dwight remarked sarcastically.

"I know what it's like to have a sick child," she said, "My son Ambrose had a kidney transplant last year."

"I'm sorry about that," Trudy said, "I hope he's doing better."

"He is thank you," Dawn said, "I have another son about your age. He's three. Ambrose is five."

"What's your other son's name," Trudy asked.

"His name is Adrian," Dawn said.

"I like that name," Trudy said.

"Anyway," Dawn said, "Your child didn't look sick, so I assumed you just got her the toy for no good reason."

"She wanted it," Marsha said, "That's a good enough reason."

"Do you always say yes to your child," Dawn asked.

"Do you always make snap judgements," Marsha asked, "Without having all the facts?"

"I want this one," Trudy said, finding a kid car she liked.

Marsha and Dwight went to look at the car she chose. It was $100.

"You have great taste," Dawn said, "But that's $100. Why don't you choose something less expensive."

"You raise your children," Marsha told Dawn, "We'll raise our child."

"Oh look," Trudy said, finding a reborn doll, "Isn't she cute?"

"She is," Dwight said, "Let's get her."

Dawn looked horrified. She left mumbling something about how children need to learn they can't always get everything they want.

"Thank you, Mommy and Daddy," Trudy said gratefully.

"You're welcome sweetheart," Marsha said.

"She has impeccable manners," the cashier said.

"Daddy," Trudy asked, "What's apeckable?"

"Impeccable," Dwight said laughing, "It means wonderful."

After paying Dwight and Marsha took Trudy home. She fell asleep soon after. Dwight and Marsha sat in the other room talking softly.

"Can you believe the nerve of that woman calling our daughter spoiled," Marsha asked.

"Trudy wouldn't KNOW how to be spoiled," Dwight said, "She's the sweetest, most beautiful inside and out and honestly close to perfect person in the world."

He put an arm around her. Marsha relaxed in his embrace.

"I can't believe she has cancer," Marsha said with tears in her eyes.

"She's going to be okay," Dwight reassured her, "The Doctor caught it on time."

"Those treatments are awful," Marsha said sniffling.

"They are," Dwight remarked, "But she's asleep for it. It doesn't hurt her."

"It hurts me to know how sick she is. Dwight, she's dying."

"She's dying, yes but she's not going to die. She's strong. This hurts me too."

Marsha let the tears fall. Dwight hugged her and he cried too while she couldn't see it.

"Mommy," Trudy called, "I'm hot and cold."

Dwight and Marsha went upstairs and saw her shivering and sweating. She had a fever. 101.3.

"Dwight, call Dr. Piccare and I'm going to give her a bath."

Dwight called Dr. Piccare. Dr. Piccare picked up right away.

"Give her two of the pills I prescribed for her. If she's not better in the morning I want her to come and see me tomorrow."