Okay I was thinking about a story last night but it was like midnight and I should have been asleep but, of course, I wasn’t.

So here’s the story line:

Mommy cries for me every night,

Holding my hand, and hugging me through thenight.

She knows I don’t have much more time.

Only two more months till I die

Daddy’s hugging me through the day,

He asks me if I wana play

Barbies and dolls all through the day

He says “Lets not think about the future or the past, lets share the time that we have.”