CAMILLE

'Were you really going to come see us?' the little girl asked as I held her hand while we trotted to the nearest ice cream stand, her mother walking closely beside me. Her gap tooth made her words absolutely different from the normal pronunciations.

She looked older and more frail than the last time I saw her, and anyone who saw her might think she is the one undergoing treatment and not her daughter.

'Of course I was, you don't believe me?'

'Well, it was already getting late and if ...