Haven't written for awhile....

Hi Everyone...
I haven't written for awhile...because not much, health wise is going on....
I go to kidney guy in Sept and see when transplant will happen...He says, probably around 1st of year.
I go back to brain guy on 28th of this month and see if all is clear. New MRI will tell me if I still have a brain or not. I'm guessing not!

I am working on a women's novel and I love creating it. Here's an excerpt, tell me what you think.

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I saw a movement behind her and a little frightened face peeked out from behind the woman’s legs. I could see that the little girl had wrapped herself in her mother’s skirt. I remember doing that when I was scared. “Is this your daughter?”
She turned the top half of her body and leaned down to disentangle the child from her skirt. She coaxed her out from behind and the little girl stood in front of Sara, leaning against her, once again wrapping the skirt material around herself. Sara’s hands were lightly resting on the girls shoulders when she said, “Yes, this is my daughter, Mandy.” For the first time, the young woman smiled and then bent over and picked up the child. She rested the little girl on her hip and Mandy immediately covered her face with her mom’s long hair.
“What is she, about 3 years old?”
“Almost, her birthday is tomorrow.”
This got Mandy’s attention and for just a moment she was in full view, “My birthday is tomorrow,” the child said. She was as shy as her mother and as soon as she told me about her birthday, she buried her face back into Sara’s long blonde hair.
Her voice was akin to the soft cords of a harp when she spoke. It was musical and the child was extraordinary. She had white blonde hair, just like her mother and the darkest green eyes I’d ever seen. Her skin was like fine porcelain and her lips looked like petals from a rose.
I saw that Mandy was looking at me thru her silky shield of hair and I tried to make eye contact, “So tomorrow’s your birthday, how old will you be?”
It took her a minute but she managed to hold up two fingers and at the same time she showed them to me, her thumb popped up.
I laughed despite myself and was mesmerized by her, but then I remembered why I was there. I looked at Sara, “Do you want her around him when he’s like this? Just so you know, I grew up with him and as a child, when he was drunk, I was scared to death. I used to hide in my mom’s skirts when he was around, just like Mandy”
I tried not to be too loud so Mandy wouldn’t be frightened. “You sure you want her to go through the same thing?”
She’s been around him before when he’s had a few too many. He’s really Okay when he settles down.”
I actually think she was trying to defend him, but I could tell that her heart wasn’t in it. So I continued, “Sara, this is none of my business, but you seem nice and your little girls’ darling, so why are you with him? I’m not trying to be factious but I really just don’t get it. He’s been married umpteen times, did you know that? I’ve met at least 6 women he called his wife and there were probably more, but all of the women were pretty decent. They didn’t last long and that I do understand, but what I don’t get, he is such a drunken SOB, what do you see in him?”
Sara bent over and put Mandy back on her feet, then looked directly at me, her shyness seemed to evaporate, “Nobody else wanted me. My parents died three and a half years ago when I was pregnant. They were in the wrong place at the wrong time and were killed during a bank robbery. I don’t have any brothers or sisters and don’t know my aunts, uncles or cousins. Don’t even know if I have any.
I have a daughter I need to feed and provide a home for and I was stupid when I got pregnant. You want me to go on?” She didn’t wait for me to answer but said, “The man I thought I was in love with was married and he wanted me to end the pregnancy, but I wouldn’t, so he wrote us off.” She took a deep breath. “I was a waitress, so my 401K isn’t exactly busting at the seams and no, I didn’t know he’d been married that many times, but I don’t really care. He took us in when no one else would.”
I looked at her and had to admit that I admired the devotion she had for Mandy. “I’m sorry for you but he’s not your answer.”
Without malice, Sara responded in a tiny voice, “Then tell me, what is my answer?
“I don’t have one for you, but let me give you a look at your future. After the divorce, he would come by every couple of months just to beat the hell out of our mother and when he finished he’d give us our presents, then he’d leave. Leave us with calling the ambulance and going to the hospital to patch her up.” I stopped to catch my breath and saw the troubled look on Sara’s face. “He’s hit you hasn’t he?” It wasn’t so much a question as a fact.
Big un-spilled tears came to Sara’s eyes.
She didn’t need to speak, I saw the answer. “Has he hurt Mandy?”
She shook her head, and then said, “No.”
“Well, if he does, kill the bastard.”
A noise erupted behind me and I saw Sara’s expression change and Mandy ran behind her mom. When I turned to see what was happening I saw him roaring like a bull heading straight for us.

Well....that's it.... a little taste....hope you enjoyed it and if you did or didnt ... let me know. I can always use good advice.
Til next time. Cia
My name is Donna and I am pretty darn lucky.