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Christy's point of view

I woke up full of energy. That's the good thing about not drinking. It gives you energy. It gives you a clear head. It makes you feel like you have a life.

My mom was out for a run. She had been running a lot lately. It was her new thing. My cell phone rang. It was Roscoe just calling to check in. He was at his father's for the weekend. We spoke for a minute before Violet came in.

"MOM," she said, "I have to talk to you."

It sounded urgent.

"Roscoe honey," I said, "I have to go now. See you tomorrow. I love you."

"Love you too mom," he said and hung up.

I turned to Violet.

"What's going on," I asked.

"The Taylors died in a car accident," she told me.

The Taylor's adopted Violet's baby. I was shocked. I have been shocked before but not like this.

"Now Gweneth going to go into foster care," Violet said upset.

I paused.

"What if she doesn't," I said, "We're her family."

"Mom," she said, "Would you really be okay with that?"

"Of course," I said hugging Violet, "This is going to be great."

"Thank you," Violet said.

She blinked away tears.

"Violet," I said.

She turned back.

"Yeah?"

"I know you put Gwenth up for adoption to give her a better life but we really can give her a great life."

Violet nodded.

"That's true now," she said, "But at the time she was born..."

"We were a hot mess," I said.

"Mom," Violet said, "I love you. I know I don't act like it a lot but I do."

"I love you too honey," I told her.