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One year ago today.
I never even got to hold him. He was ripped away from me by that monster. I could hear his heart in me and I felt his soul and then he was gone.
Angel sent flowers, they're lovely but they made me think too much so I gave them to the twins.
One year ago today I called my brilliant boy to me and he saved me and I made him mine.
And I will never hold that boy in my arms, I will never hear him call me mother without hatred in his voice and the desire to take my life.
Happy birthday my baby boy, my Connor.
I never even got to hold him. He was ripped away from me by that monster. I could hear his heart in me and I felt his soul and then he was gone.
Angel sent flowers, they're lovely but they made me think too much so I gave them to the twins.
One year ago today I called my brilliant boy to me and he saved me and I made him mine.
And I will never hold that boy in my arms, I will never hear him call me mother without hatred in his voice and the desire to take my life.
Happy birthday my baby boy, my Connor.