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Souls and bodiesHello there, My name is Ravana. I have a very miraculous tale to share. I am supporting my family, my husband and little daughter. Oh I love them so much. I'm so happy to have gotten them. My husband is so caring, and my little girl, oh she is...wonderful. But....I don't know. Maybe it's just my imagination.Souls and bodies by Coffee-vee
What I mean is that she isn't the same. I mean she doesn't act the same. Ever since what happened to her...she has never been the same. But that's my little girl that I brought into this world. My sweet little baby. When I did bring her into the world, she was so beautiful.
But that's not the main thing of this. It's what happened when she was able to walk and talk. By the age of three, she recognized us as her mother and father. She did everything we told her too with almost no questioning. She is such a good kid. When she then grew up a little, she was still her happy little self.
We showed her everything of the world, and told her to always be nice to others. And stuff like that
Diary of imaginationHello, its me. Mrs.Ravana. I thought I wouldn't be here talking about my daughter anymore but I just felt as if I just needed to talk about this. Ever since we got our daughter back, things have been different. We brought her home after that horrible night and she didn't seem to remember anything about herself. I mean....well she didn't remember her room.Diary of imagination by Coffee-vee
I found it odd but she adapted. When she came from that hospital, she liked dolls and the color pink. She liked to have her nails in nice bright colors. Yellow shoes and happy things. Like having a design of the sun on her shirt or some kitty cat prints on her....Oh wait, that was my thing.
Anyways, that's not the point. She would sometimes just stare out the window. I asked her what she was looking at but she didn't tell me what it was. I thought it was okay, and it wasn't nothing extreme. Next, just one morning, I called her
down. She came from upstairs and was talking to the wall.
Bewildered, I asked her who she was talking to. She
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