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May 2020
Since the first time I met you, spent time with you and talked to you I started to love you like you was my own daughter. I loved spending time with you, having you around, watching you and your dad laughing together.
Seeing him smile every time you came over to see us, hopefully, pretty soon you will stay the whole weekend with us by yourself. I dream of us being able to take you and Annabella out for family activities, plus other places also such as amusement parks, the zoo, and water parks too.
Where we all can have fun together as a family, riding rides and making wonderful memories together. You're a very smart, talented and beautiful young woman with a good head on your shoulders just like your dad. Don't let anybody tell you any different, and if they ever try to put you down anyway they can don't believe them.
They are just jealous of you because no one has ever taught them how to be kind to others less fortunate than themselves. You were taught to be kind, thoughtful and respectable towards others.
That makes you beautiful, caring and most importantly smarter than those idiotic people who think they are better than you when in truth they are just sad, miserable and just so pathetically lonely people.
Those types of people think if they make fun of you and bring you down, to the point of double questioning your own worth. Your dad keeps telling me the same thing, so I'm going to proudly pass it down to you and eventually to Annabella also.
I'm so thankful to have been apart of your life even if it was so quickly gone in a blink of an eye, but I wouldn't trade our short, sweet and bliss-filled six months for anything in the world.
I hope and pray that you will never forget that I might not have carried you beneath my heart like I did my daughter. But I want you to know that you hold a special place inside of my heart, and I'm so very proud to call you daughter.
In those short sweet six months with you, know that you became so very special to me. I loved watching you spend time with your dad since you never really got to know him. But for those short sweet six months that we had with you, there are precious memories now. I love you my sweet beautiful Lori Rose!
By: Vera Rice!
This poem is my feelings about my husband's First born daughter, my stepdaughter
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Vera Rice
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