Second Chances

“This little one. My mini me. For sure someday when she answers the phone, someone will mistake her voice for mine. Even now, when she tosses her hair or runs with those little legs shaped like mama’s, or sings to herself while playing with her toys, I catch a glimpse of myself. Renewed. Not quite Version 2.0. But better than I could ever hope to be.”

 

baby olive and mama

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