Ryder
"Sweetie, I'm home."
"In the kitchen."
I went to the kitchen and she was laughing as her friend was making her something to eat. I was happy that she wasn't in a negative mood about losing her ability to walk.
"Good evening, Mr Prescott."
"Good evening, Tom."
"Dad, Tom here makes the best food ever." She smiled. Oh boy, I knew that smile. She likes him.
"Guess I'll be the judge of that." I said as I gave her a side hug.
After eating and talking a bit, Grace went to the bathroom.
"Thanks, for being here for her."
"Took me a week to get her to agree to let me see her. She said she didn't want me to see her in a wheelchair. She's my best friend, I just had to be here for her, all her so called friends left her, stopped talking. In times like these is where your real frie
