big brother
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He didn’t askwhether they werehis responsibility. He simply decidedthey were. Tiny handscarefully passing toys. Little feetrunning to seeif his sisterswere awake. He called themhis babiesbefore he understoodwhat that truly meant. Lovecomes naturallyto some people. Theowas bornalready knowinghow to give it away.
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Before you, There were storms That carved their names Across my heart. The kind that leave Empty cribs, Silent lullabies, And questions No mother should ever have to ask. Then you arrived. Not to replace what was lost— No child ever could— But to remind me That hope still grows Even in broken ground. You…
Between Bruises and Blooms 