Honey had just given birth, to a little boy. She had only briefly seen him. But she was exhausted. There was Pixie sitting beside her bed, slowly crying. This was the best decision. She would be freeing all three of her children from a life of having to constantly look after one another. She herself was getting better, but this was no way for a child to have to grow up. Honey felt disgraced about it. She put her hand sleepily onto Pixie's head and ruffled the brown hair of the little girl. She was making the right decision she kept telling herself. The right decision. Honey couldn't help but feel a little upset, that she would never know the little guy. But she'd left a letter, that should he want to find out about his real family, then he had that. Of course the social worker had taken that and it was only if he did want to know. The curtains around her bed moved slightly. It was time, she leaned forward and kissed her youngest girl on the top of the head.