Mommy Magic

There, look over there, do you see? It’s the love of my life. Blonde hair, blue eyes. I see that smile, I’d know it anywhere, perfectly beautiful, sunshine on a flawless face. A face like porcelin, with the faint dusting of freckles across the bridge of a little nose.

Can ou see over there, the perfect sillouete. The child within bubbles to the surface. Laughter spills forth, so musical, a bird chirping in the twilight of morning. See the lips of an angel, this cherub without wings, and invisible halo above the most beautiful head in the world.

Oh no, I have to go, nice chatting, but see that? There’s a tear, my angel is crying, and I have to fix what’s wrong. For you see the love of my life cannot fix it herself, she is only 3. My love, my world, my daughter.

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