EveryDay, a challenge; my child whose needs are varied & different;
$ struggles & challenges galore,
but what are we here on this Earth for?
but what are we here on this Earth for?
Progress: mi amor says: "And where would this little girl sleep?"
Now I've written it & cannot take it back.
My son would love her;
I already love her. I see her; she haunts me.
I already love her. I see her; she haunts me.
She sits cross-legged on the floor; my son, so affectionate, pets her hair .
No poetic words, only seriousness: Wishing with all my Heart to adopt a little girl from Haiti. I see her in my son's room, rolling the ball.
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