I have two daughters; just saying that blows my mind. I have one daughter who is an adult: she is independent, mindful, loving and naïve (but learning life quick). I have another daughter: she is brilliant, loving and passionate. They have different paternal fathers. I married my eldest daughters father at 21 years old, I was bright eyed bushy tailed naïve about what I was getting into, but couldn’t wait to meet my daughter.
With my youngest daughter I did not marry her father, I could actually write a Lifetime or Hallmark movie script with that relationship. In any case she was my last. My miracle baby. She came 5 years almost after her older sister.
They saved my life, I feel in a way. They are so different. Both have siblings from their fathers. Although ultimately they have each other connected by me.
I did provide something I so badly wanted as a child, that in which was a sibling. I am a grown adult and I still, to this day, hate being an only child. I’m so grateful they have each other, and that they have each other as sister.
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