My baby left me crying holding onto his brief memories. With a short life span of 8 days and 8 and a half hours, my child left this world never to return to my arms. The beautiful flower that I had faded too soon. He came like a gentle breeze and vanished even before I could hold on to the sensation. He left me without even asking me for anything, he left me without even crying once. Like a firefly, he vanished from my sight. Oh, how much I long to hold him in my arms, I can just cry and search in vain.
The nurses tell me that God has repaired his beautiful body, his organs are in their right place and functioning properly. His heart is beating and he can breathe. The heaviness from his chest has gone. They tell me that he is running and playing and is very happy. Angels are looking after him. He is with his grandmother. He is in heaven, happy and healthy.
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