The day we lost our baby

The day we lost our baby

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My names Emily Nolet and today I'm meeting my parents... Emily sat in a tiny dark room the only light source was a dim lamp in the far left hand corner. Her long blonde hair fell effortlessly around her shoulders she was wearing a white top with plain jeans, she had been given little to no clothes as her foster family they had 8 adopted children and Emily was one of the younger and very short for her age ,14, so all the old clothes were passed down to her she wished to wear something pretty for her second meeting in her life with her parents She had not remembered the first as she had been 2 days old she didn't know anything about her parents apart from they were nineteen when they gave her up and not married.
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Emily Wilson. Only four years old, with eyes bluer than the sky, that shined bright with life and happiness, and hair yellower than the sun. She had it all; A family with two loving parents, and a beautiful home. She baked cookies with her parents, went to parks, watched movies; it was heaven on earth for four, short years. Then came the accident. Her mother was driving to pick her up from daycare, when a semi truck crashed head on with her mom's small van. Instantly, her mother was killed, and that was when her life changed forever. Her father turned to drugs and alcohol, he blamed Emily for the death of his wife. Night after night he'd come home drunk and heartbroken, and would take his anger out on his small daughter. Tears. Pain. Fear. Grief. That's all Emily knew for two straight years.

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