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raytbastos
bastos loira azul :
minha nossa eduarda
2025-09-20 23:06:46
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clacla.013
𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓪★ :
aii veyy 🫦☝🏼
2025-09-21 17:53:09
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_.xpvdhelo
helo :
Casa cmg amr, eu imploro
2025-09-21 01:00:52
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vitoria777.2
vick✂️ :
eu admirando ela bem assim:
2025-09-21 17:17:43
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leehzxs4
ᥣᥱh✂️ :
minha foryou é mt abençoada msm 🫦
2025-09-21 05:28:17
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samiss804
samiss 🫧 :
já quero
2025-09-20 23:08:14
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.silvazrx
thay☆ :
eita Jeová🫦
2025-09-21 00:05:38
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_https_xxs
𓆜 𓆝 𓆞 :
q bom q eu gosto é de pepsi msm
2025-09-20 23:30:43
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maria_izabelly_78
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nossaa😍
2025-09-20 23:19:32
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licexx87
costa ✂ :
nossa mor vc Arrasa demais rs 🤤
2025-09-20 23:08:39
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eaeemah_
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Nossa, apaixonei
2025-09-21 15:02:32
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gigxsp
gigi :
vou fazer amarração
2025-09-21 19:14:52
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gigi.levy_
paiva incardida.🧌 :
eu tenho dó vey
2025-09-21 04:30:55
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_.xpvdhelo
helo :
Eu acho q vc conseguiu me deixar encantada por vc
2025-09-21 01:00:40
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My mom wasn’t the best mom in the world. She had been through so much and she turned to substances but even through her addiction I never had to question if she loved me. My senior year, while all my friends were getting ready for prom and graduation, I was at my mom’s bedside thinking about how to plan a funeral because I was told she was never coming out of the coma she was in and then one day she just woke up and on my 18th birthday they let me take her home from the hospital. God gave us a chance. A re-do.  It became my mission to keep her sober. I’d go to meetings with her in the morning. Go to school. Get home. Take her to a meeting. Go to work and if she felt any way I’d leave and take her to a meeting. I spent hours praying to and thanking God. She watched me graduate. Get married. Have my first two babies. We did it. We got her sober.  In July of 2020 I lost the best man I’d ever known. The one I looked up to. The one who walked me down the aisle. My grandpa, her dad. She was a daddy’s girl so she took this extremely hard. In my own grief and funeral planning, I never really thought about her relapsing but then she did.  And three months later I rushed to the hospital like I had done 5 years earlier to find her in another coma. I prayed and prayed and the little girl in me wanted to have hope but deep down I knew this was the end. Then she woke up but they told us she needed to have round the clock caretakers. So we took her home and we took turns. Bathing her. Brushing her hair. Changing her.  Spending her last few days together.  And then a few days later while I was holding her she gasped and took her last breath. I screamed for my brother.  He came running in.. and that was that. We called for the funeral home to come take her. I held onto her lifeless body for hours until they showed up. When I got up, nothing felt the same.  I had two children that I should have clung to but I didn’t. I started drinking. I turned to substances. I couldn’t sleep without it. And then I started having this same dream over and over. My mom and I in a hospital room. I’m laying in the bed. She’s standing over me holding a baby. She’s rocking this baby and smiling. Calling him “Daniel”. I had this dream over and over and I’d always wake up with the same thoughts. “What the heck”. “I don’t have a baby named daniel” “I would never name my child Daniel.” A month later, I found out I was pregnant and never had that dream again. It was surreal. I knew my mom sent me a baby because she knew the kind of mom I was and could be and that now all three of my children needed me. I did a 180. I snapped back to reality and started grieving in a way that didn’t harm myself. Then I found out I was having a boy. I still couldn’t understand the name “Daniel” so I picked up my Bible and started reading the book of “Daniel” and I understood it in a way, I never had before.  Everett Daniel may have never got to meet his “grams” earth side but I know he was handpicked and sent to me by her.  #missyoumom #griefandloss #addictionrecovery
My mom wasn’t the best mom in the world. She had been through so much and she turned to substances but even through her addiction I never had to question if she loved me. My senior year, while all my friends were getting ready for prom and graduation, I was at my mom’s bedside thinking about how to plan a funeral because I was told she was never coming out of the coma she was in and then one day she just woke up and on my 18th birthday they let me take her home from the hospital. God gave us a chance. A re-do. It became my mission to keep her sober. I’d go to meetings with her in the morning. Go to school. Get home. Take her to a meeting. Go to work and if she felt any way I’d leave and take her to a meeting. I spent hours praying to and thanking God. She watched me graduate. Get married. Have my first two babies. We did it. We got her sober. In July of 2020 I lost the best man I’d ever known. The one I looked up to. The one who walked me down the aisle. My grandpa, her dad. She was a daddy’s girl so she took this extremely hard. In my own grief and funeral planning, I never really thought about her relapsing but then she did. And three months later I rushed to the hospital like I had done 5 years earlier to find her in another coma. I prayed and prayed and the little girl in me wanted to have hope but deep down I knew this was the end. Then she woke up but they told us she needed to have round the clock caretakers. So we took her home and we took turns. Bathing her. Brushing her hair. Changing her. Spending her last few days together. And then a few days later while I was holding her she gasped and took her last breath. I screamed for my brother. He came running in.. and that was that. We called for the funeral home to come take her. I held onto her lifeless body for hours until they showed up. When I got up, nothing felt the same. I had two children that I should have clung to but I didn’t. I started drinking. I turned to substances. I couldn’t sleep without it. And then I started having this same dream over and over. My mom and I in a hospital room. I’m laying in the bed. She’s standing over me holding a baby. She’s rocking this baby and smiling. Calling him “Daniel”. I had this dream over and over and I’d always wake up with the same thoughts. “What the heck”. “I don’t have a baby named daniel” “I would never name my child Daniel.” A month later, I found out I was pregnant and never had that dream again. It was surreal. I knew my mom sent me a baby because she knew the kind of mom I was and could be and that now all three of my children needed me. I did a 180. I snapped back to reality and started grieving in a way that didn’t harm myself. Then I found out I was having a boy. I still couldn’t understand the name “Daniel” so I picked up my Bible and started reading the book of “Daniel” and I understood it in a way, I never had before. Everett Daniel may have never got to meet his “grams” earth side but I know he was handpicked and sent to me by her. #missyoumom #griefandloss #addictionrecovery

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