“ Jenny how would you feel about coming to stay with us for awhile?” Mamma asked.

“ Are you serious? I’d love it. You mean I will get to leave this place?”

“ Yes you will Celeste will be able to go home in a few days and you will get to come too. Everything has already been worked out.”

“Thank you Miriam I am not going to miss this place. I can’t tell you how grateful I am too you and Celeste.”

“ We are grateful to you too, you have helped me in more ways than you know. You have showed me that despite my injuries I am still the same.”

Jenny or I could not wait to get out of the Rehab hospital to move on with our lives, to go home. At first it had looked like Jenny would be spending a lot more time at the Rehab center because her parents really did not want her home with them, but now she was going home with us. I was getting the sister I had always wanted, it was all so amazing, even if we weren’t the legal definition of sisters we were and are sisters of heart, and sisters in faith.

Lord thank you, I believe this is good, this is what’s right for Jenny, and you must think so too, because you are allowing that to happen for that I am very thankful. Actually thankful is not strong enough word, but I don’t really have a word to express my gratitude dear Lord, you are such an awesome Lord.

I was of course excited about going back home, away from the smell of the rehab hospital, the mixture of medicines, and cleansers, and I was excited because Jenny was going home with us. It already felt like we were a family because of sharing a room in rehab, and now we were going home, the home my Mom and I had spent most of my life in, and yet I was scared in away. Scared because life was now different for me, I depended on my Mother for everything now. There was nothing I could do without help, accept of course think and breathe, and I was thankful for that, but sometimes I felt I was thinking to much, I knew my world had changed, and that would become even more evident when I got home, and I faced more obstacles, still I would be ready soon and I could not wait for the time to come when I would get home, despite my worries I knew it would be better then being at the rehab center, that it would be better for Mom too, because she wouldn’t have to make that long drive every weekend, for awhile it had been nearly everyday, but I had saw the ware it was putting on her and I convinced her I would be okay if she showed up on the weekends, when she didn’t have to work.

With the medical bills piling up I knew her not working was really not an option. Mom made a pretty good living, but my medical bills were piling up. The accident hadn’t only affected me it had affected Mom as well.

I loved Mom and wished I didn’t have to hurt her in anyway, wish she didn’t have all these extra worries, but she worried anyway, and I could not take her worries away no matter how hard I tried, I knew she tried to give them to God, but to often she found herself still worrying.

The only time it seemed Mom wasn’t worrying was when she was reading her Bible, at Church or singing. Singing was still our favorite thing to do together, besides going to church. I could not wait to get back to church and sing that solo. It would be amazing to be back at church doing what I loved to do, living the life I wanted to live.

There would be no dancing now, but I could sing, I could sing, and I had the gift, and I nourished it. I’m not trying to sound stuck up, but this is something I work at, a gift I have nurtured and watch grow, I don’t claim to be a genius, I just believe I have a gift for music, for singing. Mom has the gift too, but Mom’s better than I am, she’s got a voice that would knock you away. Mom’s also got a big heart though, obviously, she’s going to be caring for a girl she only met a few months ago, giving her love, giving her a family that feels complete.

Again thank you Lord, you are daily working your miracles and I thank you.