I've been on vacation and visiting my nine grandchildren. They were kissed, hugged, and squeezed to the point of not being able to breathe (them not me). It's never enough and maybe that's why I felt melancholy when I went to bed last night.
I spent a week with my awesome children who have become incredible parents. My family is blessed.
I don’t know why but I woke up in tears this morning remembering the domestic violence case which will haunt me forever. DV affects every class of people, ethnic group, and religion. It has no boundaries.
I want to take this opportunity to thank the amazing people who donate clothes, food and money, volunteer their time, and work with the victims of domestic violence. You make a new life possible and you make my job easier when helping them get away. There ARE happy endings.
She was a little girl with huge blue eyes and blonde curls.
Her first memories were yelling, screaming, and crying.
They weren’t her screams because she was too afraid to utter a sound.
They belonged to her mommy.
But when the crying stopped a beautiful face looked down at her.
The eyes were green with black and blue bruises surrounding them.
Tears rolled down swollen cheeks but red lips would smile at the little girl.
The smile would take away her fear.
Years later, the little blue eyed girl became a woman.
Her choices were her own but she made the same mistakes.
Her cries went unheard and her bruises unnoticed.
But one day, she had a beautiful baby.
She would look at her child with tears trailing down swollen cheeks.
Her smile would shine through while bruises surrounded blue eyes.
She was now the mommy bringing comfort to the small scared little girl.
It took every ounce of courage she had but one day she left.
She carried no clothes and no money but had her most precious gift.
The baby girl had green eyes.
The most beautiful color anyone ever saw.
And this would be the last time a blue gaze would peek out of swollen eyes looking into green.
Because mommy got away and now they were free.
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