Shelly stopped in mid bite looking at Ivy speculating where her mother was going with this conversation, “Mom, do we have to move again?"
Ivy shook her head, “no baby, we can stay here for a while, but don’t you want to go to school?"
Shelly beamed, “I would, but…" she looked down, studying her food in a depressed state.
Ivy cupped her hand under her daughter’s chin, “but what Shelly?"
"Who's going to take care of you?" Shelly glanced at her mother.
"I want you to always remember that you control your own life baby. Never forget that control is freedom, and facing your fears is controlling your fate," Ivy looked directly into Shelly's eyes, a rite of passing knowledge from mother to daughter.
Shelly's eyes filled with tears, “but mommy, if I go who's going to watch over you? It's alw
