Well said. Empty handed without a Penny to my name, I look over at my son grab his hand and thank God for giving him to me. This thumb is growing tired of browsing the hate in ur eyes so I put the phone down, kiss my son on his forehead and fall back to sleep with his little fingers resting in mine. White and black. Unconditional love. I'm rich!
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Well said. Empty handed without a Penny to my name, I look over at my son grab his hand and thank God for giving him to me. This thumb is growing tired of browsing the hate in ur eyes so I put the phone down, kiss my son on his forehead and fall back to sleep with his little fingers resting in mine. White and black. Unconditional love. I'm rich!