Two years ago, My grandmother was recovering from breast cancer, and moving into a brand new house. I was helping her with her foster children, because she wasn't able to do much. She got a call about a new baby she was getting. We got him straight from the hospital, 3 days old. I moved in so that I could take care of him. I tended to him, while my grandparents watched the older kids. I became really close to him, singing to him at 4 in the morning while he mumbled along during feeding, taking him to parent and tot classes. I miss the feeling of when he was laying on my chest, feeling his little chest move up and down with each little breath, knowing that this person I cared so much about was so close to my heart, the overwhelming feeling of peace, the feeling that time stops and that theres no wrong in the world. Do I sound completely psychotic? Every week, they treatened that he was going to be moved with his family, that day always came and passed. Until the last time, july21 06.
2007-08-09
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