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She walked into the room, gently pushing the door inward, whispering across the carpet. The hallway light shone a path through the room, part of the light landing on the child’s crib. Her eyes flickered from the crib to the male figure on the right, whispering in hushed tones to the small one in his arms. She allowed herself a small smile at the scene in front of her.
By umbazachika on 09.29.2013
the little baby gave a small yawn. it lay cuddled up in its baby blue crib, holding on to his teddy bear. he closed his eyes and drifted off. ive always wanted an angel, i guess i got one. i kissed him on the head, softly, and silently left to my room.
By Julia on 09.29.2013
Babies sleep in cribs. It is believed that babies die at a young age because they don’t have enough air in the crib and the suffocate on the carbon dioxide in the crib.
I watched the child sleep ever so peacefully in her crib. Not a worry at all. She was oblivious to both the wonders and the horrors in our world today.
The baby smiled sweetly at her mother. “Goodnight darling, God bless you.” her mother said, lightly kissing her on the forehead. Her child rolled over in her crib, and snuggled up to her baby bunny, ready to drift off into the land of dreams.
By Abbey URL on 09.29.2013
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