Layla was sleeping in her father's arms. I looked around the room. Looking at each of the people in my little family. My Mother, My Father, My True Mother, my brother, My husbend, My child.
My little family was complete.
Layla was perfect. Her smile. Her color. Her hair. Her eyes. Just perfect. She was what this family was needing. I looked up into heaven again. "Mother." I said. "I will always cinta you," I wisperd. I pulled my arms out. Adn reached for my amazing child. I could fell my mother presince there. Watching me, helping me. Little Layla's eyes closed. She was fast sleeping. As So...
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