2Years later

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Elizabeth is three years old and still has cancer. All the flowers are dead and I can't wate for this therapy t o be over.

My new mom Gracie comes in the room.

"Hey darling how are you?" She askes

"I'm in alot of pain and I hate this face tube thing that runs air from a tank to my nose so I can breath."

"I'm so sor---"

That's when every thing went black pitch black.

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