Shelley was sitting at her mother's bedside. It will be alright, she always told herself, but the fear that she would lose her mother was greater than the hope that she could survive this.

She felt a tear drop down her cheek. She might not be her biological mother, but it was still heartbreaking and hurt so badly. She was the mother she knew, and no one could replace her.

After checking her mom's temperature and making sure she was comfortable, Shelley scrolled through her phone, ...