Missing my little other half

So, I always miss my little girl. The one that gave me the reason to have strength to get through a lot of things that I was going through. I remember the day she was born. I was in school and I think that I received a message through my beeper( yes, I had a freaking neon blue/clear beeper) that my bio mom was in the hospital giving birth soon.  I went to the office with Kelly (somewhat good friend-you will read about her later), and asked to call my bio mom. My bio mom said that I could come to the hospital but, of course I didn’t have a car to get there.  Kelly did and she called her mom and asked the same and her mom thankfully said yes.  We hightailed it out of the parking lot like we were on top of the world. I remember being so excited to see her. I got into the hospital room and she was already born. I remember sitting there holding her knowing that she was the best thing that has ever happened in my life and I would love her forever. She was so tiny and so beautiful. I wanted her to be mine.  In a way she did become mine because shortly after that I ended up taking care of her. I dropped out of school-in  no way was it her fault- it was panic attacks that stopped me from going into senior year. All my friends dropped away, I never heard from them, and she was the only one I had.  I took care of her during the day. Waking up with her, feeding her, teaching her, cleaning up her messes, watching Disney movies with her and singing along  while holding her and dancing. I would take her for walks in her stroller and bring her to the park.  She was mine.  I loved her so much. My whole world revolved around her. —–Need to step away

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