When she first looked into her daughters dark chocolate eyes she felt love and happiness. The soft broze curls in her hair shot a feeling of hope in her body;that she was alive.She felt love for this little one.

A kind of love she had never felt before:of love and protection. The kind of love a mother feels.A love so passionate it hurt for her to feel.

The angel looking back at her was the most beutiful she had ever seen. No one had ever imagined such beuty.

Then the little cherub clutched her mothers finger and the two felt love and happiness forever.


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