blondexhurricane:

soldierheartcd:

“Why, so you can sit here and
feel sorry for yourself all night,
too?”

“Yes there is, though. You can let me h e l p you.
I know I’m not strong enough to carry you up and
down the stairs, but at least I can reach things for
you.“ Delia’s bottom lip started to quiver, but she 
wouldn’t dare allow the tears to fall. No way was
Teddy going to see her cry. “Please, Mommy. I
want to help you until you get better. Just let me.”

“You’re  just  a  kid,”  Teddy  whispered,  a  world of
regrets  and  unspoken words weighing on her mind.
“What  could  you  possibly  do  for  me?  Trust  me,
Delia  —— you’re better off without me. I don’t want
you to be stuck taking care of me for the rest of your
life.” She’d finally said it,  those  words  she’d  been
dreading. But in all her  g r i e f  and bitterness, she
knew they were true  ——  Delia  would  fare  better
without a mother than she would with this one.