This is a story of love lost and found. How broken pieces of a person can make a inspiring image.
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"Wow! You're such a strong girl." I watched as Kyla pulled herself up, holding onto the couch. I wondered when she'd start walking. She will stand up, but won't take a step.
Tomorrow she turns ten months old and my heart can barely handle it.
I stood up from the floor using my couch for leverage. My back is likely to break from constantly reaching down. Baby boy will be here next month and I'm so grateful.
"Come here Ky." It was her nap time. Tomorrow she'll be with Steven. Kyla's either going to walk today or wait until Sunday because I refuse to miss my baby girl's first steps.
I bent over as much as possible to place Kyla in her crib. Her sleep schedule returned to normal a month after we moved here. I'm thankful because I was drained.
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I sat up crying one night. I'd only slept two hours the previous night. It was a Monday and Steven had just left. He played with Kyla and talked to our son. He kissed my stomach over and over again, repeating "I love you." It was so painful because I knew he wasn't talking to me. Once Steven walked out the door I completely broke down.
I laid Kyla in her bed, she would have to cry for a few minutes. I felt like I was drowning.
I was back at Noah's funeral, walking up to his casket and giving him a final, "I love you." My heart was being ripped apart.
After Noah was buried, I went home and cried so hard it made it impossible to breathe. "Everything's gonna be alright Kassie." Moriah sat on the edge of my bed. I wanted to curse her out, but I didn't have the energy. "Not now, but one day. You'll look back on this moment with strength. I know you think I didn't like Noah, but that's far from the truth. I always felt like he would break your heart. Had I known it would be this way..." She stopped talking as she choked over her tears. "Had I known it would be this way I would've guarded you even closer. One day you're gonna feel like you can't do something like you're in over your head. But remember this moment. You're gonna make it through this. I guarantee you, if you can get through this you can get through anything."
My sister was right. I bounced back, I'll never forget Noah but his death taught me a lot of things. The most important being "life goes on". I can't remain stagnant as the world moves around me.
I pulled myself together and walked into my daughter's room. She slept in my bed that night and we both got much needed rest.
End Flashback
I called Moriah. "Yes, sir." My sister always has jokes.
"I'm calling to tell you I hate your stinking guts and you make me wanna vomit." I replied.
"You love me that much. I'm flabbergasted." We both laughed.
We talked for thirty minutes while she took her lunch break. She graduated from nursing school after being a cosmetologist for ten years. She currently works at a hospital close to her house.
