June 13, 2011
"The day she brought her beautiful face into this world, she'd entered into a contract which she believed with all her heart was governed by the will of God. In return for her daughter's smile, and her laughter, and her love; in return for the sleepless nights of worry over unexplained fevers and colic and messy diapers; in return for unquestioning, unconditional love, the one thing she owed her daughter more than anything else was simply to be there to love her, to hold her. In the best of times or in the worst, her job was to be always down the hall when she cried out in the night, or to be always the first on the scene with a Band-Aid for her knee, a tissue for her tears."
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