I held a baby in my arms tonight. My goddaughter. Her little eyes welled up with tears as her mother left. She cried for awhile, and I could provide no solace. I didn't panic or take it personal. I let her cry for her loss, as long as she needed to, but I didn't let go. After awhile I sang for her, songs made up. Her large brown eyes looked up at
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Makes me want one of my own, you know? :)
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