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It was a dreary winter’s morn, when the child was born. Early she came, with a head full of hair and a veil covering, her face. Everyone waited for the familiar sounds, relentless cries of a child entering, the earth. Happy they made the mother, as they proclaimed a victorious birth. When Ester, the midwife popped her, the child made no sound. Try as she might, no noise did the child offer.

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How happy we were when we discovered we were going to be parents. Whether conception was easy or complicated, the day comes when we get the good news. How joy, love and pride floods our heart and soul. The wonderful dreams and plans we have for our child is second to none. Finally, the day comes and our bundle of joy arrives. One look at our baby and we know it’s over. We are hopelessly and

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