Alice stared at the doctor eyes wide and filling with tears.
She for the first time was scared.
I had never seen her something other than a fighter.
Strong and brave
but today she looked like a terrified 6 year old.
As wich should have not been unusual for the typical child.
Although Alice was anything but typical.
Being her mom, I was more scared then her.
For I knew the severity of cancer and bieng diagnosed with it.
Which had just happened to Alice.
Alice however thought it was just a scratch.
Not nearly something that would slow a person down.
But Alice was wrong.
She for the first time was wrong.
My eyes filled with tears faster than hers.
"Mommy whats wrong" Alice asked With her dainty pale fingers pressed against my arm
I cried harder.
As days began to fade, Alice more and more energetic than ever
Grew tiresome. She would go to bed early and wake up late.
Before she knew it her head was bare.
Not a single silky golden lock was left.
Every night I prayed starting at 7:30
Thats when Alice went to sleep.
Sometimes I wondered if her warm smile was going to be there when I awoke.
knelling beside my bed untill sometimes midnight
Whatever it took.
Nobody even spared a glance at Alice's Bravery.
But as that may be I knew how incredible she was
and I showed it continuesly
and that made all the difference.
As Alice lay on the white cot.
I breathed heavily
detecting the scent of leather and febreeze
Disstinticly what people would call
the smell of hospitals.
Those people were right.
The doctor came in.
Eyes bright and filled with life
Mine looked sorrowful and gray
Alice's eyes looked drained of life.
The baby blue they were still looked baby blue
but there was no energy held within them.
The doctor held a green clipboard tightly between his smooth fingers
compressing the plastic with all his strength
He looked at me with large Brown eyes and said something
I would never forget.
"Alice is going to be okay"