I am not your daddy.
I am just a baby.
I love you.
I’m not your daughter.
I just want to be.
That is all.
When you are a mom, you are the mom of a new life.
A new life for your children.
The baby of a lifetime.
I have had this experience a thousand times, but I don’t have a name for it.
I call it a miracle.
A miracle because it makes me feel alive and it gives me joy.
But sometimes I wonder: If I didn’t have my baby, would I still be here?
I wonder if I would be here.
If I could have stayed at home with my son, my wife, my kids, or aunts and uncles and grandparents and unkids?
Would I still have a life?
My mother’s mother, whose name I do not like, died when I was five.
I was in school when my mother was born.
She didn’t even live to see her eight-year-old son get out of the carseat, because my mother, my mother’s mom, was dead.
I think she was so angry at me, and my mom didn’t like it, that she drove me and my brother and sister to the hospital to get her baby out of there.
I wasn’t allowed to see my mother until the day after I got out of that hospital.
She had to stay in a nursing home for the next two weeks.
The nurse said she had to take my mother away because I was a “danger to the community.”
And so I had to be locked up.
And when my mom was finally able to come home, she brought me her ashes.
And my mother said, “Oh, I want you to take that with you to my grave, because it is your grave.
And that is the only place I will ever put it.
It is your home.”
And she left my mom with a huge stack of ashes.
The only thing I had left of her was my baby.
And I would love to be the mother of a baby with that baby, the father of a kid, the grandpa of a grandpa, the uncle of a uncle.
The world would be a better place if my mom had been there.
It would have been different.
I would have had a baby and lived.
I’d be the father.
I can’t say that to you, but to my mom, and to my sister and my cousins, I am grateful for the gift that was given to me.
It was a miracle because we had no money.
We didn’t know what we were doing.
We couldn’t afford a plane ticket.
We had to drive to the airport and get our bags on the plane and then come back.
So we stayed with our mother and my sister in a hotel for three days.
We lived in a small, one-room apartment, and we had to get the keys to the hotel from the hotel.
They were so bad, we could hardly get the key out of them.
And then we had the hotel maid come and clean it.
And we had a very hard time cleaning it because it was filthy.
And our mother had to clean the bathroom.
We were so filthy.
But then, we went out to eat and we were very happy because the place smelled so good, because I could smell my mom and the other two kids, because they were always clean.
And so it was very, very good.
But after dinner, my mom went back to the apartment, got dressed, and walked to the bus stop to get back to work.
And the next day, she was back at work.
We went to work in the morning, went to school in the afternoon, and then I had a lot of work in school.
I had two jobs.
I did cleaning, and I had cleaning jobs.
And by the end of the year, my parents were so proud of me.
They didn’t want to send me to college.
They wanted me to go to work to help the community.
And they knew that when I went to college, I would probably be a good, decent person.
They had to give me a lot, but they thought I could do it, too.
They said, We’re not going to send you to college unless you get a good grade.
And there is a little bit of an adjustment for you.
But my mother thought it was the best choice for me, because she knew I was smart.
And her mother, her mother’s sister, who was a nurse, was like, “She is so smart.
She can’t get a job.”
And she said, You have to do it.
But she was a smart person.
She wanted me.
She was always pushing me.
And it took me a long time to figure out that she wasn’t going to do anything for me.
I thought I was doing it for her, because that was