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May 2014
My youngest son has just given me a call.  If I was standing up, I would have to hold on to something, so I would not fall.
He told me that my Grandchild has arrived, this only bought tears to my watery eyes.
I now have a Grandchild, and she's a little girl.  May she be treated right, in this evil world.
I have been waiting to be a Grandmother, for a long time.  I can sleep in peace  tonight, with my first Grandchild on my mind.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing
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Sandra Juanita Nailing  United States
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