Shelly looked at Abby, who stood there, so determined but patient. “I know what I want to choose, but I’ll listen to you, momma.” She would still allow the adults to make her decision. “I trust you to know what’s best.”
I turned to Shelly but her eyes were on her daughter. I watched her fight the urge to decide, to step in and take control, but she closed her eyes and shuddered. “No baby. This is your choice to make. I believe in you.”
Abby’s face lit up. It was like she was waiting for this moment, this decision. “I don’t want to forget. I want option two.”
“Okay.” I stood up. “I can grab the things I need from the kitchen after dinner. We will do it then. Okay?” Everyone nodded. “There is a reason I brought you here, other than the fact that we can speak freely.”
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