my angel

By one life, live it
You are 14th.  Looking at you growing up I realize just how fast time is going by. I still remember the day I felt there was a small angel in me. I and your dad were so happy but also very anxious.

One day, two days then three days...you grew in me, bit by bit. Then I had to stay home to rest and to protect you from many kind of sickness I might get from work. Your grandparents asked me eat everything they believed that made you smart and pretty. They were right.

I took Prenatal care everyday. You were still growing in me everyday and then came first day I could feel your movement. I saw your small hands touching me, you little feet kicking. And I know I love you so much. Sometimes I could catch your elbow. That was so wonderful....the biggest joy and happiness God gave me and all the women in the world.

Then I came to know my angel was a baby girl. I was so anxious when the doctor moved the camera on my belly. But thanked God. I finally had a little duck in me. Ultrasound result was good.

I counted everyday till the day I could touch you, look at you and hold you in my lap. On July 6th, 1999 your were born, 11:10 am. Oh your skin was real dark then and you cried so loud.

My heart skipped a beat when I first saw you. A few moments later I excitedly started to discover you. I opened your blanket to look at you, unwrap you and anxiously checked you. And I realized so clearly right then and there.... I had a small angel, a lovely duckling. You were mine, and this was eternity. Now my angel Xi Muoi is 14 years old, beautiful in your teenager hood, going to High School.  Soon you will graduate from high school, and be a mature woman.... All too soon. But my deepest feeling when I first feel you inside me will be always warm and touching and my pure love.

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