In other circumstances, this news would be happy. In this case, however, his girlfriend isn't talking to him. Her family went to their apartment and cleaned the place out--furniture, curtains, dishes, bedsheets, computers. All gone. I'm not sure what the whole story is, but it ain't good.
My friend's son is just not a teenager. He turned 20 a little while ago. His girlfriend is 18 or 19. Their relationship has been unstable for quite some time, and his girlfriend's mother has only made the situation worse. This baby about to enter the world is in for quite a bumpy ride. With her first breath, she may look around the room and say, "Put me back in."
She is a gloaming baby. Born on Gloaming Wednesday. Born at the gloaming of a troubled pairing of two young people. There will be a lot of darkness surrounding her young, fragile life.
Saint Marty asks you to pray for this child. Pray for happiness. Pray for peace. Pray for her.
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| Sometimes, the stork has to fly through a lot of crap |
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