A Friend, A Mother, A Dream Comments

Born in a Storm, the name seemed quite appropriate. A tiny baby given to you. My little hands wrapped around your tender fingers. I gaze up at you. The most beautiful sight I have ever seen. I lay on your chest, I hear the familiar heart beat that had lullabye'd me to sleep for so long. 'I'm home'

Something's wrong. I cry as the pain keeps me awake. I want to be held, cradled in your bosom.
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