Of all the dreams I've had. The birth of a child from words has been painful and taught me much.
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You've arrived. A jellied infant who hasn't made a peep since your grand entrance into the world. Andria had been in labor for almost an hour, there weren't any complications. Minutes upon the standard clock tick by so slowly as your mother is; recovering, father is anxious, and the nurse continues to check you carefully. How special in those moments you are. The scuffling of nurse's shoes is now drowned out by the echo of your cries- you need them. Sentimentally, the room is left in complete silence in awe of your arrival. A marvel to see you have your Father's wide, sapphire eyes and mother's brunette hair. They cradle you close, that thumping sound is comforting and easily recognized. Hearts beat in time as she places your head on her chest; finalizing the bond that formed in the span of 9 months.
"Congratulations, she is beautiful." The first thought anyone had about you.
Today. December 11th, 2012. is the first day of your life. You'll be meeting Johnny your older brother. For now, you're name is given —Carolynn. They chose the name to honor your lost aunt. Andria and Jon will always cling to the day, but it will someday be lost. Be aware of that. You are a creation in the mind of a writer. I want you to live forever. While, I piece together the events; your name along with your aunt lives on in infamy. I'm sorry.
