Birth

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September 25th, 2003 

The day in which I was born.

 It was a moment that my parents and my family would rejoice for the rest of their lives. 

The moment in which a first daughter, niece, granddaughter, and great-granddaughter was born.

The moment that should remain surrounded by happy memories that could be carried throughout the child's life. 

All of those memories which died as soon as I opened my eyes. 

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