"Mommy, I'm scared. I don't want you to go please stay," tiny Chloe pouted her soft, pink lips before hugging her mom. The woman sighes whipping the little girls warm tears that have formed from her cheeks. "Honey, you know I have to go. I would take you but its too dangerous to bring a little girl like you with me. Daddy and I just have some things to set through, you know the process. I'll be back in a week right before you wake up in the morning, okay?" The womans eyes sparkled with inspiration and determination, hugging her daughter even tighter. "Beth come on, it's almost eight fifteen it will start in fourty five minutes we have to get going," the man who Chloe called daddy stood above them with one hand on the child's shoulder. "Oh and Chloe, listen to your mother. We have been doing this since we are sixteen and this will be our last year since they are changing to ages to sixteen through eighteen. I'm going to miss you this whole week, sugar," he cups her baby face.