On the eve of her 13th birthday, my baby girl came into my room with an earache. She was crying and it was the first time in a while that she really needed her Mommy. I pulled the covers back, and she climbed into bed with me. We slept well the rest of the night, snuggled in with her kitty and my dog. In the morning, the sun filtered into the room and as I opened my eyes, I remembered she was with me. She was sleeping so soundly, with her blond hair covering her like a peaceful shroud. Her eyelashed brushed her cheeks and I was reminded of her as a baby. She looked exactly as she did when she depended on me, those years past. It is in this moment, that I know, no matter where she goes, she will always be mine.
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