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Nodding with a grin on her face as the doctor asked if she was
Meredith’s child. It was common for her to get that question,
even though it was mainly not a question, but mainly just a statement.
Everyone knew who she was, and the fact she looked just like
her father and her aunt Lexie just made that even more clear. 

          When she was asked what she did since she was too old for the
          day-care anymore, she just shrugged her shoulders. Should she
          tell just exactly what she did when she was not in school or at home?
          Sugar coating it would be the best thing, just in care the woman
          told her mother. “I either just sit in the lounge, or just walk around.
          I like the hospital. It is always changing and I just feel at home here.”
          She spoke softly towards her. 

“I  like  it  here,  too,”  Teddy  replied  quietly, a fleeting light
gracing  her  sad,  sad eyes. “Or rather, I used to.” The little
girl’s words sang so true to her heart; this city, this hospital
—  it  was  the first place she’d ever felt at home. 

                                                                                  But since
          Henry  had  left,  it  was as though he’d taken the sun with
          him  —  no  longer  did  Teddy  find  warmth  in this place
          she’d once known, for  all  that  was  left  was  emptiness;
          where she used to  see  places that held memories of her
          beloved husband, now she only saw the  g h o s t s .