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SOMEWHERE TO CALL HOME There are a lot of firsts in a child’s life that we all might forget The first time they say Mom or Dad, Feeling all the ooh’s and aah’s. The first time that they hold your hand, The feeling goes right to your heart. You know that this child is blood right from the start. The hardest time in a Child’s life, is when they think all is lost. Feeling left behind and all alone and abandoned, and looking for somewhere to call home. To know the feeling of being someone special, then have it ripped away, all they will feel is being alone. Every time they look behind there is an empty spot. When the people they know as Mom and Dad are there, they are never alone. But, when a child comes around and is not of your blood, the love they need is just the seed. Just the feeling of the two figures called Mom and Dad to look up to means a lot to them. For a child to call out Mom and Dad, and hear no sound is very sad. Who ever said that these kids are nothing, there is something very wrong in their minds. They have been looking for somewhere to call home for such a very long time. They don’t ask for much just a place to belong, no matter how long it takes. After so long your kids get old, and go away without looking back, no hugs or kisses in sight. Your life void of the words Mom and Dad, that they will never say tonight. To adopt a child and give them life and hope, To put the laughter back in their voice, and the twinkle back in their eyes, to finally hear the words Mom and Dad is the ultimate surprise. Harold F. Therault Jr. June, 2, 2007 (Dedicated with love to: Liliana Alicia-Marie Therault)

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