Today, I don't care. People can stare and whisper. I will carry you and not keep you in my bag. I hope none of these people understand the pain I feel seeing all these children and not having mine here. Anyone that has came in contact with this bear understands the feeling you get when holding her. I need that feeling today. To feel you here again in my arms. Slightly different, but here. Today, I dont care. I am a mother of an angel baby, and I carry around a bear that holds my daughters ashes. Judge away I'm not holding back for you anymore.
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