Epilogue

One Year Later…

“Dear God,” Frankie wrote in her prayer journal, “I thought my world ended one year ago today. You knew my life was beginning.”

“Frankie, come help me with the groceries,” Michael Winters shouted from the garage.

“Coming,” Frankie closed her journal, tucked it under her pillow, and hopped off her bed.

“Did you get the coffee I wanted?” she grabbed a bag from the trunk of his car.

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“Nope,” he teased. “I got you some apple juice and David Michael a can of Enfamil. Hey, you can put that in your coffee!”

“Funny, Dad!” she scoffed.

“Hey, I’m a funny guy. What can I say?”

“You are a regular, Eddie Murphey,” Rachel said from her wheelchair inside the kitchen door.

“Who?” Frankie wrinkled her nose.

“Geeze, she’s such a youngin’,” Michael laughed. “Speaking of youngin’, come here, big boy!”

Little David Michael giggled as his father, their father, tickled his belly and swung him up in the air.

"You guys should leave by six tonight," Rachel reminded her husband and daughter. "The Father/Daughter dance starts at 7:00."

"And I will have the most beautiful date there. All the other dads will be jealous," he winked at Frankie, and she blushed.

Frankie was blessed, and she knew it. Her family was now complete. Her family wasn’t perfect, but it was perfect for her.

The End