I've been getting weaker by the day.
All the anemia treatments haven't been working and the doctors told me that it's just a matter of time before the red blood cells give out.
I can't even pick up my own daughters anymore.
"Mommy?" AA walked into my room with a tray. "Daddy said you didn't feel good. I brought you a baked potato from dinner."
"Thank you sweetie." I said, hugging her. She climbed on to the bed next to me. "I'm going to miss you."
"Why will you miss me?" AA looked at me, confused.
"Because," I paused. "You're a beautiful girl. You care about Daddy and I. You love your sisters. And I love you."
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"Timothy." I said, looking at the ceiling as we laid in bed.
"Jayne Brooklyn." Tim answered.
"I love you." I said.
"And I love you." Tim kissed me hard on the lips.
"Whatever happens, promise me you'll keep our girls safe." I sighed.
"Jayne Brooklyn Markham, stop thinking like that. I will keep our girls safe. And I'll also keep you safe, because you are my everything."
I wrapped my arms around him. "Timmy, you heard what the doctors said."
"Doctors don't know everything," Tim argued.
"Ti-" I started.
"Look, I know what to do." He said.
"What? What could pos-" I started once again.
"Pray."
I looked at him, stunned. "Pray?"
"You don't have to, but at least let me pray for you."
And I did. It was the best prayer I've ever heard. Right from the lips of my best poet.
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