When she first looked into her daughters dark tsokolate eyes she felt pag-ibig and happiness. The soft broze curls in her hair shot a feeling of hope in her body;that she was alive.She felt pag-ibig for this little one.

A kind of pag-ibig she had never felt before:of pag-ibig and protection. The kind of pag-ibig a mother feels.A pag-ibig so passionate it hurt for her to feel.

The angel looking back at her was the most beutiful she had ever seen. No one had ever imagined such beuty.

Then the little cherub clutched her mothers finger and the two felt pag-ibig and happiness forever.


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