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she’d had her first child and by the age of thirty-two she’d had her filth one, a daughter that was now just four months old.
     
    Mrs. Ware heavily sighed. “Bianca, how could you get yourself tied up in so many things that haven’t been good for you?” She asked leaning down and kissing her on the forehead. “Lord knows that we’ve tried our best to steer you in the right direction, but you’ve always had a mind of your own. I knew that you were going to be a handful when you were only five years old and I asked you good not to touch my wine in the refrigerator. Your bad ass went against anything I ever told you,” she said with a mere smile on her face. “When Kerry yelled out that you were sitting on the kitchen floor with my Pinot Grigio between your legs and had drunk half the bottle, I almost died. Can you imagine my face when I walked into the kitchen? I could not believe that a child so young could even stand the bitter taste of wine let alone drink it as if I’d be cool with it.” She said then pulled up a chair beside the bed and sat down as she continued talking.
     
    “I pray that you wake up from this and be a changed woman. Lord, knows that I’ve always wanted nothing but the best for you and your sisters. Y’all girls had it easy. You just chose to make it hard. I could never understand why you’d do things to push your sister’s buttons or to make me so upset with you. We took you to counseling, we took you to church, and we allowed you freedom just like your sisters. But, anything good that we’ve ever did always backfired on us when it came down to you.” She sadly shook her head as the tears started to fall again. “I just want you to be a better person Bianca. I want you to keep your kids, because they love you so much. You have a baby girl that will need you more than ever. You know your dad and I will always be there for them just as we’ll always be there for you, but you need to step up and be a mother now. Things happen for a reason and I hate that this is the outcome, but I pray that you’ll get well. Lord, how I pray for that. I don’t know how your dad and I can go on if we lost you. Your sisters would be devastated, Bianca. My God, It’s not supposed to be this way.” She cried. “I’ve always imagined that y’all would bury us first, not the other way around.” She wiped her tears and looked over at the machine that pumped air in and out of her baby’s body to help keep her breathing. She felt lost, not knowing what to do to help her. “It’s not supposed to be this way.” She said with her head hung low as she sobbed. All of a sudden she could feel the touch of her husband’s warm hands caressing her shoulders. She looked up at him with the saddest eyes he’d ever seen.
     
    “Lena, please take a break. Go sit with your other daughters because they need you too. They’re hurting just as much as we are.” He reminded her as he leaned down and softly kissed her on the lips. He loved his wife since they were in high school and never was there another that turned his attention away from her. She was and would always be the love his life and their girl’s would always come first.
     
    “You’re right Love,” Mrs. Ware spoke. She was hurt, but she knew that he was telling the truth. The other girls must’ve been going crazy not knowing what the outcome of Bianca’s condition would be.
     
    Mrs. Ware stood up and kissed Bianca on the lips. To see her child laying there hurt deeply. “I will not leave this hospital until you’re leaving with me. Okay, baby. I promise,” she said turning to her husband with a heartbreaking stare then exiting the room to give him time with his favorite girl.
     
    Mr. Ware stood strong as he watched his wife close the door behind her then he turned to face his daughter. The tears wailed up in the corner of his eyes as his heart ached for Bianca. He always tried to protect her but she was always against it. Whooping his girls