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Day 5

Day 5 has to be about my favorite memory. THIS IS SOOOOO HARD! I have such a wonderful and fullfilled life that for me to pick one wouldn't be very fair.

I wanna say that my favorite memory has to be the day that D was born. I love my baby ... he is amazing and he saved my life. I've done everything I could to make him have a wonderful life (including marrying a white guy! LOL) ...



He is my wonderful baby ... he has such a beautiful smile and he is the silliest of my children...











He and I have been thru so much together! Even thru it all he loves me and I love him.

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