Me and Mark have been worried about Skyker. She always has sharp pains when she tries to sleep and it keeps her from learning in school. She does not go to school anymore. She is now home schooled by me and Mark but she still get distracted by the pain.
"MOM! AHHHHHH! IT HURTS!"
"What's wrong?!"
She thru up and then passed out. Me and Mark drove her to the hospital. We were not allowed to stay in the room with her. She was unconscious. She was not breathing.
"Mark, what if she doesn't make it?" I said as tears rolled down my cheeks.
"Don't think like that. She will be fine." A tear rolled down his cheek and I knew something was gonna happen to our little girl. The doctor walked out of the room and looked at us and nodded his head no. I hugged Mark tightly as I cried all of me tears out. She was only 17. We had the funeral and all of our friends and family were devastated. We all knew she was in a better place now. The other thing was that me and mark were in our 30's so we could not have any more children. We had to be by ourselves for now on, but we had each other.
