My mother was a kind and gentle woman of few words. When she spoke, she had something important and profound to say. She had enlightened eyes, an old soul. She died shortly after the birth of my first child, when I was a young woman. I will never forget the day that I held that brand new baby in my arms in front of her. I was in awe and had a look of wonderment. She looked at me with those soulful eyes and said slowly, "you know, don't you?" I looked at her, and a gave her the look of, "I know, mamma. I understand." She said, "He is not really yours. He belongs to God."
Bless you mama. So do you.
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