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"Mommy?"
The little girl looked up at her mother, her big brown eyes open wide. Her red hair was tied up in pigtails, and she was fairly chubby. They were walking down the street towards their home.
"Yes, Bea?" The mother looked down at her daughter, smiling.
"Does everyone go to heaven?" This question came as a surprise to the mother and she stopped on the path; she had not been expecting such a question from her four year old daughter. "Why, yes sweetie, they do," she replied, almost immediately.
"And do they have chocolate in heaven?" continued the child.
"Well, I suppose so, dear. Why?"
"Because if they don't, I don't want to go."
"In that case, yes, they do have chocolate in heaven." The mother was smiling at her daughter's innocence. "Okay." The little girl fell silent and stared down at her neon green light-up-at-every-step shoes as they continued walking.
"Mommy?" she asked again, after a few minutes.
"Yes, sweetie?" The mother looked down at her daughter once more.
"Will you also go to heaven?" The mother stared at her daughter for a few minutes, wondering why she was asking such questions all of a sudden. She stopped walking once again. "Why do you ask, Bea?"
"Because if mommy's not there either, I don't want to go to heaven." The mother stopped and looked down properly at her daughter. She saw the look of pure innocence and felt troubled. What would her child do if she, her mother, left the world? This child was too innocent, too pure.
She didn't realize that she had stopped in the middle of the road while crossing it. She didn't realize that there was a truck coming up from behind her. She only realized this when her little daughter looked behind her and screamed. The mother turned around and saw a flash of light, heard the truck's loud horn and only just managed to push Bea out of harm's way.
She was falling. She crashed onto the road, and felt blood dripping down the side of her face. She lifted her head and looked up at the girl, who was screaming loudly. She was safe. She was there, full of terror and fear, but she was alive. And she needed to know her mother was too.
The mother heard voices telling her to wake up, and she knew she had to. Her daughter needed her. She needed someone she could fully depend on. She couldn't die; she couldn't leave just like her husband had one year ago. She had to stay. But the voices started fading away, and she knew she couldn't. She didn't have a choice. And slowly, as everything went black, she could only wish that her child would be happy, and safe.
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