My daughter questions me about her birth. Did you rip or tear? The color of hair? What did daddy do? The memories are vague and conflicting, compromised with age but still the stories are told.
How the milk came hard, filling the tit and your little lips found the nipple. You were a happy baby, puffed cheeks and budgy legs. Not a crier. A perfect gift!
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dVerse prompt on receiving a gift.
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What gift could bring more delight – and sleepless nights! 🙂
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Awwwww, so completely sweet.
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