A mother catches her breath to stare in awe. Witness to the gift that was
given to her as the snows of winter thaw. The joy of life, one of many. The first to grace her life forever yet it cost not one penny.
She holds the gift close and feels its heart beating strong. A feeling to amazing to be expressed by any kind of book or song.
Hours pass and she makes the trip home with the precious joy she has vowed to protect. The vow runs blood deep and will remain up kept and pure with no neglect.
The First Born, the legacy, the heir and light of her world. No evil will she let touch the child, no harm will she let come upon it, nor any pain will she let unfurl.
In the child’s eyes she sees the light of life ever so coy, this is her First Born, her pride and joy.
(this was alot longer on paper T_T)
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