Sometimes I can't help but to sit there and stare, his tiny face so peaceful in slumber, his soft baby chest rises so gently with every breath. A small contented smile I just realized was there, brings tears to my eyes, as I push back his hair. At times it seems that I can hardly believe he's real. I reach out to touch him, grateful for the reality of each delicate baby fold. The greatest love I've ever know, has been cursed with a fear. One so strong my body could almost fall, Undescribeable emotion, Much like a knife peiercing my soul. Too many questions, Taunting my thoughts, If he were to go away...... However would I live? This greatest fear, left me standing here.... Begging it to dissapear.
Reason for writing:
My son. A few days ago an mp investigator came to my house and said that someone had called and told them that my husband and I frequently leave after 2am and leave our son home alone. He is only 2 years old. Also that we drag him across the yard by his arms, as if we were abusing him. We have also been getting disturbing calls...it's seems that someone is trying to ruin our life. Yet, we don't know why someone would want to do that. We keep to ourselves most of the time and can not think of anyone we could have pissed off. I just don't know what I would do if out son were ever taken away.....I'm really scared.
Birth sign: Gemini
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