him. He did after all give her the greatest gift of her life. Lily. When she thought of Lily she smiled. Lily always calmed her. Lily was always the real inspiration. The teakettle whistling broke her out of her thoughts. She went to the cabinet and got out two mugs. This was the time she spent with her mother. Times that she cherished. Andrea had been diagnosed with cancer a little over two years ago. She was currently in remission but the treatments had left her weakened. After preparing two cups of tea she reached into the cabinet to get her mother’s medication. At one time they had fit in the tiny medicine cabinet in the bathroom, now an entire cabinet in the kitchen was devoted to her pills and supplies. Ettie sighed, she didn’t like her mother to see her worry, afraid that she would feel like a burden to her. That was another thing Ettie had inherited from Henry, the ability to keep her emotions in check. She had to remain strong, not just for her mother's sake but for sweet Lily, only ten years old. On the way to her mother’s room she peeked in on her daughter. Lily was sleeping peacefully, Mr. Jingles, her bear tucked under her arm. She wondered when she would grow out of that phase and the thought saddened her, she wished she could remain her baby forever. Lily wasn’t planned but she was the best thing that had ever happened to Ettie. Ettie was only eighteen years old when she had met Lily’s father. He was her classmate at college. George William Munro had charmed Ettie with his quick wit and his intelligence. Many men were intimidated by Ettie’s strong and outspoken manner. She was used to it. She had learned from her mother to speak her mind and question anything questionable. But George was not easily daunted. He loved debating her and in truth he was easy to talk to. She loved that they often had opposing views, she a liberal, he a republican. They had spent countless hours studying and talking and discovering things together. And lazy Sundays making love and listening to music. She loved being away for college, an escape from Austin and they had dreams of moving out west together. While George wasn’t her first, he was so unlike the boys back in Austin that Ettie couldn't help but fall in love with him. Sandy brown hair, a wide muscular chest and deep brown eyes. He had the straightest whitest smile she had ever seen accentuated by two perfect dimples. He wore polo shirts and khaki shorts almost every day with his Doc Martens and loved horses. He was also a Southern Baptist whereas Ettie grew up more agnostic. They were an impossible pair but somehow they worked. He liked calling her Henrietta and with him, she didn’t mind it as much. It was the first time that Ettie felt free and she welcomed it. He helped her break out of her shell. With a few borrowed outfits from her best friend and roommate Gina, she wore sexy dresses and makeup on their dates, shocked by the difference in her normally reserved appearance. And George was equally devoted to her. They were happy, despite their differences. She sometimes asked about how his parents would react, him dating a biracial woman but George assured her that they were open minded and progressive. In fact, when she met them that summer they were friendly and welcoming. Her mind was at ease. Sometimes life takes an unexpected turn that's what Ettie kept telling herself. They were on the fast track to success, George was set to graduate with honors and a full scholarship to graduate school. He had already secured a great summer internship at a top tier law firm in San Francisco. Ettie had filed her transfer to Golden Gate University, and planned on moving in with George in an apartment off campus. Everything was perfect and then everything suddenly wasn’t when she had discovered she was pregnant. She was shocked. They had been so careful. At first she thought it was stress from finals. When Gina suggested a pregnancy test, at first she laughed it off