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One month of joy, of having you inside me getting bigger day by day.

                Three weeks of happiness, of knowing you would be a healthy baby girl and born in October.

                Five movements of excitement, of feeling you move inside of me.

                Seven long hours of sleep, I missed because you were awake.

                Nine weeks of sorrow, I felt when you were taken from me.

                Eleven months of strength, it toke for me to forgive your father.

                Thirteen strong steps, it toke to face your father and tell him the truth, my father’s sister lied about.

                Fifteen more days, it toke for me to comprehend the fact your father had gone crazy.

                Seventeen minutes, is all it toke for him to rob you from me before you were born.

                Nineteen, was the age your father had been executed for Murder and Attempted murder.

                Twenty-One days, of the month of October was your set birthday.

                Nineteen hours, it toke for me to lay down and accept that you were gone.

                Seventeen, is the age I, your mother is now.

                Fifteen months, is what it will take to get me over the fact I lost it all.

                Thirteen strong movements, it will take to keep myself standing tall.

                Eleven days, of remembering the time you were here.

                Nine weeks, of longing for another child, to fill the void.

                Seven minutes, is all it toke for me to comprehend where I am now.

                Five years, will it take me to understand a tragedy?

                Three more months, of having nightmares that was once something I couldn’t prevent.

                One more lifetime, of not understanding what went wrong….