One down, forever to go,” I whispered back.

I looked at Mommy but quickly shook my head. "I don't want to miss her."Becky put her soft, warm hand on my shoulder, just like Mommy used to when I was upset. "Your mom wants to be here with you. She wants that very much. But Jesus wants her with him right now."I frowned. "I need her more than Jesus does.

Sweet potato fries?

No, I can't die because there are too many jackasses falling over themselves to take my place! I may live forever just to spite them!