I went the first time. She was tiny and alone.
Her mom had left her. She was sad.
She didn't smile, she didn't laugh.
Why should she?
I went the second time. She was bigger.
Her skin was bad, and her stummic like a ballon.
She was malnourished, sick, and tired.
There is nothing we can do.
I will go one more time.
Too see this baby girl.
Too young to talk,
too weak to walk.
Will she still be there?
love you girl, you are in my prayers and I will write to you soon! xxx
ReplyDeleteThank you so much! I visited the girl again, and see is healthier :D
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