Mommy.

She's crying.

I've never seen her so upset. Slowly I climb onto the bed and wrap my small arms around her shaking form. She doesn't need to tell me why the tears are running down her face. I saw the haunted look in her eyes when she had put me to bed. How she hugged me longer than she normally would. I knew my daddy was gone.

"It's okay mommy. It'll be okay," I whisper to her now, as I stroke her hair, but she doesn't seem to hear me. She just covers her face and continues to cry.

"Don't cry mommy. It'll be okay. I'll be good. I'll pick up my toys, and make my bed...please, don't cry. You're scaring me."

She turns her head and looks at me, her eyes filled with a fresh set of tears.

"I'm sorry baby," she mumbles. "I'm so sorry."

Biting my lip, I fight the urge to let my own tears fall. But they spill over anyway. I can feel her shifting underneath me, twisting until she's completely facing me. Reaching up, she brushes the tears away.

"I love you, mommy."

She smiles at me. "Oh Baby, I love you too."

She gathers me into her arms, rocking me back and forth. My tears stain her shirt. Hers dampen my long blonde hair. And silently we mourn together.