It’s a theethpoon, Mommy
September 5, 2007
“it’s a teethpoon, Mommy” she said while looking up at me with her big blue eyes that had strands of curly red hair blowing in them.
Be still my beating heart.
My daughter. 4 years old.
She would have been beautiful. On Friday is her birth day.
In my dream, she had a lisp.
Oh. my. god.
She. would. have. had. a. lisp.
Happy Birthday darling Kiera. Mommy loves you, wherever you are.
I want a tissue. I’m so sad.
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