#timothybarrow

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Is this normal?

Lydia Barrow: Eh, Timothy?

Timothy Barrow: Yes

Lydia: Eh, uhm, eh

Timothy: What's the matter?

Lydia: Ever since Nicolas was born I have trouble with my intestines.

Timothy: Oh, sorry

Lydia: Yeah, I thought maybe I should go to the docter

Timothy: Yes, ofcourse, go

Lydia: Yeah?

Timothy: Yes! I'll take care of the children while you are gone.

Lydia: You are the sweetest

Timothy: You deserve the best

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Back

Lydia Barrow: So

Timothy Barrow: Yeah

Lydia: How do we tell the children?

Timothy: I don't know

Lydia: Snif, how could this happen? Cancer, again!

Timothy: I don't know, only God knows

Lydia: Why is he doing this to us?

Timothy: I don't know, maybe... I don't know

Lydia: I'm so scared, Tim, what will happen if I die and you are left alone with the children

Timothy: It will be alright, Lydia. We will pray, you will take your medine and listen to everything the docters says. The children and I will care for you and everything will be alright. Just like last time

Lydia: Do you really think so?

Timothy: Yeah, ofcourse

Lydia: I love you, Tim

Timothy: I love you too, Lydia

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Are you alright?

Timothy Barrow: Lydia?

Lydia Barrow: Sorry, Timothy, I was in the bathroom

Timothy: Are you alright? How many times have you been to the bathroom already today?

Lydia: A lot

Timothy: Yeah

Lydia: I'm scared

Timothy: Me too

Lydia: I don't want the cancer to be back

Timothy: Yeah, you were so sick last time

Lydia: I don't want to go throught that again

Timothy: Shall we pray?

Lydia: Yes, please, Timothy

Timothy: And then go to the docter?

Lydia: snif, yes, probably

Timothy: it's the best thing to do. We don't know anything if you don't go

Lydia: Yeah, I know, snif

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Done

Lydia Barrow: Thank Tim, for this

Timothy Barrow: Ofcourse, I'm thankful you are still alive, with me and there for the children

Lydia: I can't bare the though of dying and leaving you alone with the children

Timothy: Well, for now you are clean and done with threatments. Let's thank the Lord for that incredible gift

Lydia: Yes, thank the Lord

Timothy: And I want to ask him something too

Lydia: What do you want to ask him?

Timothy: That he will give us a miracle

Lydia: What miracle?

Timothy: another baby

Lydia: that would be so sweet. Nicolas is already a year and half

Timothy: And we never got to finish our project

Lydia: Haha, yes, our project to spell my mothers name with the initials of our children's name. We miss only one letter, the e. Then we have Christa

Timothy: Heather and Rick

Lydia: Isabella

Timothy: Samuel and Thomas

Lydia: and Ivanna and Nicolas, C H R I S T I N

Timothy: I hope we will get our 'E'

Lydia: That would be a wonderful Miracle

Timothy: Let's pray together

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Waking up

Lydia Barrow: oh, hi, Tim

Timothy Barrow: did you sleep good?

Lydia: Ugh, yeah, very deep

Timothy: good

Lydia: Where are the kids?

Timothy: Upstairs, in bed. Christa and Heather and reading a bit before going to sleep

Lydia: Did they had diner?

Timothy: ofcourse, we made mac and cheese. Do you want some?

Lydia: you are the best dad and husband ever

Timothy: Just doing what I'm suppose to do

Lydia: I love you, Tim

Timothy: I love you, Lydia

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Coming home

Timothy Barrow: hi, I'm home

Christa Barrow: sssh, dad, mom is sleeping

Timothy: aah, my girl. Have you guys had diner yet?

Heather: No

Timothy: Well, who wants to help me?

Christa: me!

Rick: Me!

Heather: me!

Timothy: You guys are such good helpers. Thank you

Christa: Mom is so tired, dad.

Timothy: Yeah, she is sick

Rick: Is she going to get better soon?

Timothy: Let's pray she does

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Back from the hospital

Lydia Barrow: So

Timothy Barrow: yeah

Lydia: cancer

Timothy: yes

Lydia: I'm scared

Timothy: me too

Lydia: I'll survive this right? We have eight children, Nicolas is only nine months

Timothy: We shall pray, it's all in His hands

Lydia: yeah, snif, snif

Timothy: Come, dear

Lydia: snif, snif, yes

Timothy: Let's pray, we have to trust him. It's all his plan. Whatever happens

Lydia: snif, snif, yes, pray

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Coming back

Ivanna Barrow: Wieeee

Timothy Barrow: Hold on tight, he we go

Lydia Barrow: I'm back!

Timothy: we are going round and round

Lydia: I'm going upstairs to Nicolas

Timothy: He, what did the docter say? Is everything alright?

Lydia: No, it's not alright. I have to go to the hospital. It might be very serious

Timothy: Oh, Lydia

Lydia: I'm scared, Tim

Timothy: I know, let's pray.