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Smiling through the pain

I was a baby with a baby. My mother died exactly one month from the day he was born. She was only 33. Drugs and alcohol was what she used to "numb" the pain and it's the very thing that took her so soon. My mother didn't have a tombstone, so my big sister from the Big Brother/Sister Association bought the materials and helped me make a handmade cross. I was just matched with Ericka a couple of months after my son was born. She took the time and was there through one of the most difficult times of my life. The smile on my face had to represent God's covering over my life. There is no other way to explain it. I was 13 and had no idea what life would bring, but I knew someone else was depending on me. Follow me on Instagram..LisaCarterSpeaks

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