A knock sounded on the door.

Lizzy ran to it as fast as her 7 year old legs could carry her, already knowing who it is. Her mommy was finally home!

Today, Lizzy had drawn a picture of her mom. Her brown crayon broke though, so the hair looked a little weird, but she didn't think her mommy would mind.

Not like that other boy.

"Hey Lizzy, I'm home!"

Still running, she crashed into her mom's long legs, breaking down sobbing.

"Aw, what's wrong honey?" She lifted her daughter up, letting her shift her grip so she was now hugging her neck.

Even if her eyes was squashed into her mom's neck, she felt her sit down on the couch.

"Ready to tell me what's wrong?" Her mommy asked, speaking softly, and Lizzy let out a few more sniffs.

"He thinks I'm not good," she managed in between the hiccups. "He says my drawing is bad."

"Who said that, sweetheart?" Her mom asked.

"Tiana's brother, Adam," she mumbled.

There was silence for a few moments.

"Go to bed Lizzy," her mommy didn't sound right, but she nodded anyway, slipping off the couch and padding to her room.

She heard her mom going to bathroom, and a few seconds later she entered her bedroom.

"Lizzy?"

The bed dips below her mommy's weight, and a hand cradled though Lizzy's blond hair.

"Yes mommy?"

"Drink this honey," her mommy lifted a murky glass to her lips. It looked like water with milk in, and it tasted strange.

After drinking it, she lay down in bed again.

"You know I love you, right?"

Lizzy looked up to her mom.

"Yes. Mommy always tells me so."

"And you remember what I told you about heaven?"

Lizzy smiled drowsy.

"The nice place where I can always play, and no bad people are there?"

Her mommy laughed softly.

"That's the place."

A soft sigh.

"Well, honey, I think it's time you go there."

"Really?" Lizzy tried to be exited, but her head felt heavy, and she just wanted to sleep.

"Yes sweetheart," her mommy sounded so far away now. "But I won't be joining you."

She was falling, and she could hear her own heartbeat.

"Don't worry though, I'll send you some friends. Friends just as pure and innocent as you. You'll never be alone or mocked again."

It sounded like Lizzy was underwater now.

"I hope you can forgive me, one day."

And with those words, Lizzy was gone.