"Tara. Tara, what do you want?"
This is the power of a mother’s love for her child.
~*~He is perfect. Utterly, unconditionally perfect. I cannot help but love him. Gently, I brush the palm of my hand over the crown of his head, smoothing downy hair and soothing away his fretful tears. Otherwise, I can only gaze at him, disbelieving and amazed
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