The months go by fast my belly rapidly gets bigger and more round. The first time I felt them move a feeling of happiness came over me, I couldn't imagine anything more beautiful than creating life.

I'm about 5 months pregnant, I'm so round for 5 months I remember when my mom was pregnant with Willow. By 5 months she wasn't even half my size, my doctor reassures me that they are growing at a perfect rate.

I got up that morning a little hiper, I had lots of access energy. Willow watched me make breakfast, I cooked pancakes with banana slices one of her favs. Willow has done so much growing the 5 months we have been here, she will turn 4 tomorrow.

I've recently got her in to therapy to help Willow get through the trama of what our brother and father did. I told them that I had a abusive family that hurt her in ways they couldn't imagine. I left out the kidnapping and the fact I wasn't her mom, they see her every week on Wednesday. She seems to be getting better, I can't imagine how confused and hurt she must feel.

"Sissy?" I hear willow say, her voice brings me back "Yes sweety?" I say and look over at her. She has syrup all over her cute little face "do you have a baby in there?" She asked pointing her pancake covered hands to my swollen belly.

I smile at her "yes I have two babies in here" her little green eyes widen "two?"she asks suprised, "Yes baby girl your going to be an aunt" I say laughing at the face she makes.

She goes back to eating her pancakes, I love this little girl so much I lean over with a little difficulty and kiss her for head. "I love you Willow" I tell her "I love you to sissy" she says kissing my cheek with her sticky face, I just smile and wipe her face off and continue to get her ready for the day.

I drop her off at daycare and head to work, I've been looking for a bigger apartment for the little ones 3 in a room is a bit cramped. I'm looking for an at least 3 bedroom, looking at the prices make me wonder if I need to get a better paying job.

By the end of the work day I'm a little frustrated, all the apartments I've found are so expensive. I pick Willow up and as we head home I remember tomorrow is her birthday, "Hey sweety what do you want to do for your birthday tomorrow?" I ask. She's quiet for a moment "Mr cheeses!" She says excitedly "okay then we will go to Mr cheeses tomorrow for some games and cake" I smile at her and she squeals excitedly. "Can Lucy come?" She asks "Lucy?" She smiles really big "she's my friend".

Before we get to far from the school I walk back and ask the main lady at the desk if they knew where Lucy lived so I could invite her to a play date. As I was talking to the ladies willow squeals "lucy!" She runs up to hug an adorable brown haired little girl.

Her mom was really young I could tell she had to be in her early 20s. I walk over to the girls "Hey I'm Willa's mom, Angel" I say sticking my hand out to shake her hand. She smiles "I'm Jane, Lucy's mom" we shake hands and walk out of the center together.

"Willa told me that her and Lucy have become friends" I smile at the girls as they talk to eachother "her birthday is tomorrow, she wanted Lucy to come to Mr Cheeses with her?" I'm hopeful for this friendship she really needed this. "Of course we will come" she says I smile big "thank you, so see you at 6pm tomorrow?" She nodds "see you guys there".

When we get home I get to cooking dinner. Willow talks about Lucy the entire time I'm cooking, I'm so happy she finally has a friend.

The next morning I started out Willows birthday with a good breakfast of waffles and strawberries, she was excited the moment she woke up.

Her first present of the day was a beautiful birthday dress, it was a flowing white and pink dress. She loved it because her favorite color right now is pink, she is always going back and forth between pink and blue.

I took the day off today to spend it with Willow and to prepare her party, we did however stop by the Daycare and hand out invites to her classmates. I'm hoping that she makes more friends this evening. I know I should have done it sooner I just really hadent had the time.

After we finished with the Daycare we had lunch together at a little place on the edge of town by a little park. "Can I go play?" Willow asked as our food arrives "sure we can do that, after we eat though" I say smiling at her. She smiles really excitedly and starts eating.

Willow looks more and more like our mom every day, even her little personality is similar to our mom's. It's so weird that even though she never really knew our mom, everything about her reminds me. It makes me happy because I did know our mom she was a very beautiful person inside and out.

After eating we walk over to the park, I go find myself a bench to sit on while she goes and plays. Her favorite thing to do is slide down the big red slide. She's so mature for a 3 year old, you look into her eyes and you see she's so much older in her mind.

I'm glad that she can be a kid now, I know that she feels so much better to not be in a one room most of our lives. The night mares still come though for both of us, I can't imagine how it must have been for her. She lost me the only person besides the Daycare to ever love her, then someone new put her through hell. No one was there to comfort her, no one to tell her it was all going to be okay.

I shake my head trying to change my thoughts to something else, because the though of her alone with my bastard of a brother, makes me want to cry or scream or both.

After the park we go shopping for food and for party supplies. I can't do much because I don't really make that much and I still need to be saving for a new place. But I do what I can with the little I have, most importantly I spent the entire time talking to Willow.

When we got done with shopping we headed over to Mr.Cheeses, we finished setting up the party just in time for the first kids to start showing up.

Five kids and a group of parents attended her party, Lucy was the second kid there and Willow couldn't have been happier. Not many of the parents talked to me that much, which I did find a little strange. The only parent who really talked to me was Lucy's mom.

Jane and I became close at the party we both just talked while the kids had the time of there lives. Jane was a mom at 17 and was only 21, she had gotten pregnant with a boy she had dated since they where 12. He of course bailed when she told him she was pregnant.

That night as I put Willow to bed I notice how happy she looks, it brought tears to my eyes. I'm so happy to see her happy "Goodnight, Willow" I say kissing her on the head, "night night" she says and falls fast asleep. I go to bed happy knowing she had an awesome birthday.