When she first looked into her daughters dark chocolat eyes she felt l’amour and happiness. The soft broze curls in her hair shot a feeling of hope in her body;that she was alive.She felt l’amour for this little one.

A kind of l’amour she had never felt before:of l’amour and protection. The kind of l’amour a mother feels.A l’amour so passionate it hurt for her to feel.

The Angel looking back at her was the most beutiful she had ever seen. No one had ever imagined such beuty.

Then the little cherub clutched her mothers finger and the two felt l’amour and happiness forever.


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