This time eleven years ago I was bed ridden, sickly, and preparing to give birth to a premature baby. My child was supposed to have mental illness, have limitations, or ultimately pass over. But today I sat across from a young lady that reflects all that I am. I looked into the eyes of myself. My seed. My legacy. I could sell a million books and it not amount to the fact that My Daijah is my biggest and greatest accomplishment. I am most grateful to be her Mama.
Posted on: Sun, 20 Oct 2013 22:03:13 +0000
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