LOGINLife was good, finally. Our little Ava was now four months old and receiving a lot of love from everyone. They say all babies are beautiful. Also, every mother considers their little bundle of joy beautiful. Maybe that was it or maybe my baby was truly as beautiful as I thought. Ava’s skin was quite fair and most of her features resembled those of Noah and not mine.
They say that first daughters always look like their fathers and that was very in Ava’s case. My mother in law said Ava wa
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If I had known that this was going to be such a disaster, I'd have gone to another country. Jeff and I were so different and the only date idea we'd agreed on was to take a walk on along The Riverside Trail on the west bank of St. Joseph River. It felt so strange, hanging out with a st
“Good morning, Lena.” The man named Tobias said, placing his big arms on the arm rest of his black leather chair. He leaned back, making his pot belly protrude. He was a short man, brown skin with an air of importance around him.“Good morning.” I said, taking a
Life is a constant stream of experiences. While some are exciting and beautiful, others are agonizing. As you live through them, your heart feels like it is being torn into pieces. For me, one of those was my sister's murder.Leni was two years older than me and had al
I took in the sight of Noah’s warm and welcoming apartment. The walls were painted cream and there was a couch of the same color, only a one or two shades darker. A brown table stood in front of it, three books piled neatly on it. I was not much of a reader but admired those who loved







