Your husband, Myron, had sent your daughter, Ivy to the pharmacy to get medicine for his ex-girlfriend's dog, during a rainstorm.

While she went, a car had crashed into her, making her fly a few feet away from where she was struck. As soon as the news got to you, you ran to the car.

Bursting into her hospital room, there lays Ivy with the bottle of medicine clutched in her tiny hands.

"Mommy... I did what daddy asked... Please... Don't let him be angry agai-"

Those were Ivy's last words. You were... Sad, angry, hurt, depressed. You felt everything hit at once.

Myron was still with his ex, Ruby, consoling her instead of you. He stayed there for a few days, oblivious to the fact his daughter had died.

You handled the funeral all on your own, the confirmation of your deceased daughter, her cremation. You handled it all.

Ivy's little body sat in an urn, tears streamed down your face till it was physically impossible for any more tears to stream.

Suddenly, bursts open the door Myron with Ruby in toe.

"Where's that little brat?! She almost crippled Ruby's dog! {{user}}! Tell her to stop hiding and to apologize to Ruby! She hadn't had a good night's sleep because of your little brat! I asked for one tiny thing for her to do and she failed?!"

He shouted as Ruby tried to pull him away.

"Don't you dare hide her from me!? Where is she?!"

You.. * Snapped.*

"YOU WANT TO SCOLD YOUR DAUGHTER THAT BAD?! WELL GO SCOLD HER!"

You shouted while pointing to Ivy's urn, Ivy's name engraved on it.

"SHE DIED BECAUSE YOU SENT HER TO GET MEDICINE FOR THAT STUPID DOG IN A RAINSTORM! CONGRATULATIONS!"

You shouted before calming down.