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PERFECT


PREFACE: She was born crying, her mother's labor of love soothing her with arms of warmth. Holding her daughter close to her heart, she could not possibly know what the future would hold for her precious child, but she knew that she loved her daughter, unconditionally.

Not knowing the dangers that hid (waiting) for her child's soul, she would spend a lifetime dodging the evil that was lurking in every corner of her life (to save her daughter).

The worst type of evilness can be found in the closest corners of ones life, through family members who don't have a childs best interest at heart.

*On the outside she was "PERFECT" on the inside she was already dying.

LIFE'S PRECIOUS GIFT

1. She was so tiny, so delicate and yet so loud. Her cry was the voice God gave to her_her mother suckled her to soothe her hunger and to quiet her. As the small bundle wrapped in the warmth of her mother's arms fell into a comforted sleep, her mother stared at all of her features and held her tiny fingers (the same tiny fingers that someday would hold her first illegal drug).

2. No one can tell you how to be a Mother to your own child. I had many (wanna be) advisers. I was told by others..."your feeding her too often, she's not warm enough, she has a cold, she will get sunburned, she needs big girl panties now, she shouldn't suck her thumb"...well excuse me! she was born with her thumb in her mouth! ...she really was born while sucking her thumb. I remember the doctor saying out loud (as she was coming into this wicked world) "we have a thumb sucker!" and I heard a popping sound as he removed her little thumb, so she could take her first breaths. Then she cried...and cried and cried. I cried too, for her and for my thoughts, because I knew she was going to leave that hospital and go home to parents who did nothing but argue and hated on one another.

My baby girl, so safe and secure in my womb-pacifying herself from all the times she probably heard her parents arguing (by sucking her little thumb) and you have the nerve to tell me she shouldn't be sucking her thumb? I hated people who tried to tell me what was best for my child...including relatives (who I'm sure meant well).

....to be continued....soon.


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