“Mom, can we please not talk about it?” Daisy sighed.
Liz sighed. “Fine. Do you want to help Mama and I decorate for Christmas?”
"I thought you'd never ask. Are we going to put up the tree, too?" "Ah, yes. Oh, good. Sammie, you're home. Do you want to help us? Hey, what's wrong? You take over, okay? I'll be right back."
Liz followed Sammie into their bedroom. “Sammie? Baby? What's going on?”
"I don't know. I need help, Lizzie. I'm not happy, and all I want to do is make you happy, but here I am, sad.
“Hey, you can't help how you feel. We'll get through this together, alright?”
“You shouldn't have to take care of me?”
" I want to take care of you. No more arguing," Liz and Sammie hugged.