Excerpt: When Genevieve is 26 and her friend, Jennifer believes she is the answer to saving her little 4 year old daughter.

 “We had just gotten off the merry-go-round, for the third time.  Chrissy saw a man holding balloons, and before we knew it, she dashed out, toward him.  She was only looking up at all the colorful balloons and didn't see the two carnival workers who were carrying a heavy steel pole, obstructing her path.  It was like slow motion, watching her forehead slam into the beam, and her little body fly backward, hitting her head again, hard against the dirt pathway.”
 
Genevieve closed her eyes.  Jennifer paused for a few moments, cleared her throat, then continued, “When I ran up to her I thought she was dead. Getting her to the hospital seemed to take forever. The doctors don't have much hope. They've relieved the pressure in her skull, and she's in a coma.”  Genevieve opened her eyes and took Jennifer's hand. She could feel a torrent of conflicting emotions, “So, how do you think I can help?” 
 
Jennifer smiled for the first time, “Bring her back to us.” 

Copyright Sheryl M Frazer 2017