Yes it is a little late to add the prologue, but I decided I must. This will tell you a little about his mom and maybe how she died. This is also gonna be my extra credit report. ~~~~~~ Diana carried her baby boy, Dyran, proudly, Dyran resting on her left hip and a cigarette in the other hand. She puffed on the cigarette as she passed Dyran on to her best friend Cherrie, not wanting to harm Dyran’s lungs with the smoke. Flicking her blonde hair back, she walked towards the house. Opening the door and walking in, Dyran cried out for her, but Cherrie shushed him. “Hush, Dyran,” replied Cherrie as the screen door banged shut. As Dyran turned 9 months, he was at Cherrie’s house, playing with her 2-year-old son when the phone rang. Cherrie answered and her usual happy mood, took a u-turn. Her smile had faded, replaced by a frown, and her eyes full of worry. She quickly hung the phone up. Running over to Dyran she picked him up, carried him out to the car and headed to the hospital. Arriving at the doors, Dyran in her arms she rushed in. Asking the nurse which room Diana was in, she hurried up the floors. Room 303. She entered slowly as she set Dyran down. Walking to the side of her bed, she looked at the heart monitor; stable. She then hit her knees and started crying. Her best friend was fading from her, leaving her 9-month son to fend for himself. “Take me,” she cried grabbing her friend’s hand. “Take me, not her.” Tears fell from her eyes, Dyran watching, not knowing what was going on. “God, take me.” Dyran walked to her side and patted her cheek. Feeling his touch, she turned to him, and hugged him tightly. “Cherry,” he asked, his innocent voice singing in her ears. “Oh, Dyran,” she cried. “Mommas fading fast. And Aunt Cherrie can’t care for you.” She hiccupped slightly, tears streaming from her eyes. She placed a hand on his shoulder pushing him out of the hug as she wiped her eyes. “If I could, sweetie, I would give her my very breath to save her.” She hiccupped again. “Dyran… I’m so sorry.” She hugged him again as she knelt by the bed. The doctor walked in as Cherrie stood, picking Dyran up. “I’m sorry Miss, there isn’t anything we can do for her,” he stated. “Can we…” She pushed passed him, walking down the hallway, down the stairs and out the front doors. Reaching her car she opened the passengers door, placing Dyran in the child seat. Buckling him in, she then slammed the door and climbed in the drivers seat. Hiccupping as she started the car, she placed it in drive and pulled out of the hospital. Dyran, not knowing what was going on, giggled happily in the back seat. Cherrie sped on to the highway, pushing the pedal to the floor. She flew past cars, going well over 70. Not only had she endangered her life, but that of Dyran’s. She sped towards an intersection, the red light visible. Speeding on, no cars crossed. Passing the white line, a yellow bug slammed into the drivers’ door, her green mustang bent in half. Cherrie flew through the windshield, as Dyran sat snug in his seat. The yellow bug flipped over her car, rolling down the road some. The car rolled to a stop a quarter of a mile away, Dyran screaming in his seat, Cherrie lying dead on the road. A passing car slammed on its breaks, and pulled to the side of the road, seeing the sandwiched car. Placing the car in park, the driver climbed out, looked in the back seat. Spotting Dyran he reached through the busted window and pulled the screaming boy out. Pulling out his cell phone he called 911. ~~~~~ A/N: Well what do ya think?