Chapter 101. Making Up for the Past

“Mommy, I want some ice cream.” My son walked up to me as I was getting off the phone with the doctor in charge of my daughter's treatment.

It was the same news. No improvement. She was still as still as dead... almost dead.

I swallowed my pain and faced my other child who needed his mother.

I was proud of how he was handling this whole thing. Twice I'd heard him pray with Nanny Nancy, asking God to heal Zaya and I always begged God to listen to the prayers of my baby boy.

“But you just finished having lunch.” I told him.

He frowned, walked away towards the kitchen. Curious over his attitude, I followed him. Jared had offered to help with the dishes after we were done.

He was being sweet and gentle in these recent times. I could see he was not just here for my kids, but me.

Though I was still wary because of what had happened twice to me in the past.

“Jared.” Zion called as he stepped into the kitchen, not minding I was