Daddy comes home to tell us--me, my older sister, and my baby brother--that momma is worse than we had thought. He carries momma upstairs and comes back down to write out a note with a bright blue pen. On the pad he writes a note for my brother and my sister, the last thoughts of our mother. But there is nothing from momma for me. I go to clean off the table as daddy goes up the stairs when I notice a large scribble on the carpet. My baby brother has gotten hold of the pen and scrawled a large doodle all over the center of the carpet. I sigh and look away but when I look back there is a large sheet of padding on the floor and on it is written something in my mother's handwriting using that same blue marker.

Hey Girly Girl

I am so sorry.

This will be worst for you.

I can't protect you.

I've failed.