She never really stored any for drinking herself.Įvery now and then, she’d have a beer if she’d purchased some for a recipe, but that hadn’t happened recently. Do you want something to drink?”īefore Hector could stop her, she was already to the fridge, opening it up and looking inside for some wine or beer. “I don’t know how I got so lucky with you, but I am so glad that I did.” She sighed, realizing what she said, she quickly sat up. “I am a catch with the ladies.” He winked at her.

“I’m thinking that no matter where she is, she’s your cheerleader and she only wants what is best for you.” Your mom would never be ashamed of you.” Hector reached out to push some of her hair behind her ear. “No, I don’t think for a second that is true. If she was here right now, this book, it would have already been written. “Even when she got the terminal diagnosis and given a … an estimate of how long she’d live, she was still fighting ’til the end. Nothing was ever good enough because the cancer didn’t go. It didn’t matter how hard my mom fought, or what she thought she was capable of. Tears filled her eyes, blurring her vision.

A fighting one, and my mom, she had that.” The doctor had told me that a good state of mind would help. I was by her side, and even when she was having an off day, she still made me get in front of that camera and share my food with the world. Nothing, and then all of a sudden, she was given this hard reality check where something was going to indeed happen to her mother. Verity remembered sitting in that doctor’s office and feeling like her world was ending. She had started to shake, a little unnerved by the memories. She just looked at the doctor and said, ‘Right, how do I fight this thing? What do I do?’ Me? I was falling apart. “Even when we got the diagnosis, she didn’t cry. “Don’t forget to eat your bread,” Hector said.

Alpha bully by sam crescent