I remember the last day I seen you.
I was 38 weeks pregnant.

It was a gloomy day.
For the past couple of weeks you were making me so angry.

I didn’t understand why.

Not knowing you would soon be leaving me.

You asked for Lorey’s for breakfast; they were closed, so I went to huddle house instead.

I was suppose to take my maternity pictures that day.

I just took my final picture with you.

You were so happy about your granddaughter, you could see it all over your face.

You were happy I wasn’t upset with you, I could never not talk to you for a long period of time.

Had I known that day would be my last day with you, I would have stayed a little longer.

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