"Priscilla is here, child. "Grace smiled as her little daughter walked over to her.

Grace brought Pricillia's body to sit beside her on the same sofa as her. Hand over hand, Grace picked up a comb and some hair ties. her hand slowly brushed the hair of her little daughter who looked calm and still. Grace kept thinking about how and who would do this after she left and who would give Pricillia such great love.

"Priscilla. Soon Pricillia should be able to tie her hair, Mommy will teach Pricillia to tie her hair and wear her school clothes. "Grace's hands began to tie some parts and put knick-knacks to...