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Feb 2015
You, you and you. All mine, but not mine. Similar in so many ways and oh how unique are you each three.

My first makes me laugh until i split my sides. He is a beautiful wealth of fun. When I hear him laugh I laugh. He brings me joy that is sweet. He has a flow of song that is quite strong. He is so brilliant and can be moody as heck. However, Rickey I will never forget.

She is the apple of my eye. Her voice is like a sermonette. It floats all around my head and into my ears. When I hear her sing I think an angel just got his wings. Because her voice is like a bell. It rings and everyone pays attention. She is my beautiful, determined and oh so stubborn daughter. Ashley the worlds songstress.

My last baby, a boy. Still a baby to me for it weren't that long ago he was three.Β Β Yes, he is different but that is alright. He knows what he wants and his tongue he won't bite. His mind is sharp and he has a quick retort. Don't cross him or you may have to give report. He's my little cuddle monster, Christian is he.
Dorcia White-Brake
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Dorcia White-Brake  Los Angeles
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