Being thrown away in the garbage in a dark alleyway in London when she was only a baby, she should have died that day... But she didn't.. instead, a man saved her. He brought her in and saved her, fed her, bathed her, raised her and more importantly...
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When Breanna fell asleep on my shoulder my whole world stopped. A large warmness filled my heart and I felt complete. I lifted Breanna up wrapping the blankets around her so she wouldn't catch a cold. She rested her head on my chest snuggling closer to me. I couldn't help but smile down at my little girl. She looked so small, so innocent, so vulnerable, so precious. It felt like the world stopped now that I have my little girl in my arms. And I plan to never let her go. She was so small I felt as if I was carrying a little child rather than a teenage girl. She was lighter than a feather and felt so fragile. I couldn't help but frown as I held her closer. I could feel all her ribs and spine under her hoodie. It felt as if she was just skin and bones. I am defiantly going to make sure she eats way more.
I couldn't help seeing red and feel more anger towards the people who raised her. How they neglected my baby girl. Did they ever feed her? I felt so protective of the little girl in my arms. I want to give her the world and I want to always see her smile. I will do anything for her to keep that smile I saw tonight. Her smile was so precious, so beautiful it could make the cruellest heartless man feel warmth. Her smile was brighter than all the stars put together. It outshined all of them and was brighter than the sun. I walked up the stairs being careful as possible with the little girl in my arms. She snuggled closer to me her lips twitching in a small smile. It was the most precious and most adorable thing ever. I carried her to her room to tuck her in her bed. I tried to put her down on the bed but she wouldn't let go she just held me closer and tighter. She clutches my shirt in a deathly grip.
"don't go daddy". She mumbled in her cute little sleepy tone still fast asleep. I stopped what I was doing and looked at her with wide eyes. My heart jumped and I couldn't help but feel overjoyed hearing her call me dad. It feels surreal and I felt overwhelming warmth. This little girl in front of me will never know how much I love her. "Ok baby girl".
I picked up the delicate little baby girl up into my arms. She snuggled instantly into my chest making me feel like I will die because of her cuteness. I carried her to my bed struggling to get out of her clutches so I can tuck her in and get dressed. Once I managed to tuck her in bed I quickly got changed into some sweats. I chuckled when I stepped out of the closet. She was so tiny looking in the king-sized bed. She looked like a tiny toddler in a massive bed. I laid down in the bed pulling the covers above me and her tiny body. Like a magnet, she cuddled me closer like I was a living teddy bear. Having my tiny little baby girl in my arms makes me feel so complete. It also makes me grimace thinking about how alone she has had to live. It makes me feel so guilty and heartbroken how much she missed on. She could have had such a life here. she would have had a good life growing up with the boys. She never got to grow up here. you can tell just by looking at her that she has had a hard life. It makes my heart ache just thinking and wondering what has made her like this. What has made her so untrusting? What has made her build her walls so high and strong...
