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My world has exploded. Suddenly alone, drifting in a spiral vortex, down into deep depression. My son's smile keeps me going. Five months old he turned on the fifteenth. His pink, rosy cheeks,and kissable little belly,are some features that I love. Children will keep you going, their innocence invigorates the lazyest of souls. That soul I am refering to is my self. Walker is a Gift from G-d, His three am cries are my nudge to get up, to hold him to love him. The process of becoming a parent has humbled me.
Approximate Word count = 371 Approximate Pages = 1.5 (250 words per page double spaced)
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