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

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

The malaikat 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 cinta and happiness forever.


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