Sloughing through the muck in my rose-colored glasses, peering for a glimpse of blue sky, did I see this coming from the corner of my eye?
Reality crashes down into my core.
Believing doesn't make things so. Being loved and needed is no life guarantee. Knowledge doesn't always bring a cure.
She's always been a part of me, molding who I am. She's my constant source of love and acceptance. Her courage, tenacity and faith feed my own...
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