A Story Of My Only Child Comments

The moment we parted,14 years ago, me and my daughter, she was hardly 4 years old, in the back of my head I knew it is the end of our day to day life together and in this manifestation froze me, froze us.

Every child I see that age touches the moments I held my child. Every child's sparkle of the eye or lift of a laugh encircles me, warms me and blesses me with the sparkle and lift of my own daughter. When I see them, I see her. And I remember with deep gratitude, a gift that was mine but was never meant for me.
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