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Gen 6- Chapter 14 Part 2: Olivine Bloom

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A lot of people ask me. “What is like to be blind?” Well…the answer to that is probably just as complicated if I were ask someone what it was like see? Its just my life. It is all I have ever known. There are many ways to “see” other than your eyes, but when you have sight, well… you tend to rely too heavily on what you can see. This is also why sighted peoples tend to see us “vision impaired” as a handicap. They think about what it would be like if they were blind and automatically assume this is how it is. Well I can assure you it is not.

We are more than capable of taking care of ourselves. Dressing ourselves, feeding ourselves and so on. This is not to say it is easy, and does not take lots of practice, but I am a firm believer that anything you can do, I can do too.

This is why it is so frustrating to have such loving parents that feel they need to smother me. I know they just worry, but what they don’t understand is I am more than ready to learn to take care of myself.

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At some point you have to take matters into your own hands. My parents and our balcony is a perfect example of this. From the time we moved in, it was locked and no one was ever allowed to step foot onto it. Mother and father included. It may seem like a small restriction, but when you live your life in basically 4 small rooms, things can get a little…boring.

I don’t know if it was my stubborn streak, or my desire to push myself to become stronger and more self sufficient…well what ever it was, it didn’t take me long to learn how to get out there. This was not an easy task let me tell you.

First you have to make sure that the parentals are asleep. This step is crucial! If they were to ever find out, you would be deader than you would be if ya accidentally slipped off the side of the building. Listen through the door see if you can hear them snoring. Mom and Dad both have a distinct breathing pattern which in a case like this comes in really handy.

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Sounds good. Onto step two.

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Carefully and quietly go down the stairs. Counting each step until you hit twelve. Knowing your steps is also very important. I couldn’t even tell you how many times I had gone up and down those stairs, just to get the feel of them. I could actually get to the bottom faster than my mom. Oh yes I have mad Skills!

But for the sake of her heart, I always take them nice and slow when she would be watching. She worries way too much about me. Even to this day!

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Ah the next step is probably the most tricky. Finding the key. The reason this part is so tricky, is the key seems to change places from time to time. Unfortunately for them, they are not very good at hiding things. If you can’t hide something effectively from a blind girl, you…are really not good at hiding things! XD Again an advantage in my court.

Once you locate the key make your way to the door.

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Carefully and quietly unlock it. Leave the key on the table nearest the door, its way too risky to take it outside.

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Once the door is open, that is when the fun begins.

The cool air rushed across my feet and it felt like freedom! It was Liberating and exhilarating. A feeling like I had never felt before. I found the cool metal fencing and followed it out all the way out. The air whizzed through my hair and I could feel my heart beating wildly with excitement.

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So many amazing sounds. Cars rushing by, horns blaring, car stereos pounding. It was intoxicating. Everything felt alive! I wanted nothing more than to be a part of the world, like a normal teenager was. I wanted to make friends, meet a boy, maybe have my first kiss. None of this was ever gonna happen in the sheltered life I led.

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But how do you make someone believe that you are ready to do things on your own, when they still view you as a helpless child? This was my dilemma. I had to find a way, to get through to them. I had tried once before when I was younger, maybe this time it would stick.

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I was officially on a mission. I was going to go to a public high school.

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And this time I would not give in so easily.

Gen 6- Chapter 14 Part 1: Olivine Bloom

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It was never hard to find her, she was always in the same place. Seated in front of her piano different working on endless melodic harmonies…or melodies. I didn’t exactly know. Most of the time she was attempting to recreate something she heard on the radio, but other times it sounded much most original. I was sure I had a little composer on my hands. Composer or not though she still had homework. Even if she was home schooled.

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“Miracle dear. Its time to finish your homework.”

“Awww Mom. Right now? I’m really busy.”

“Yes, now. We need do this, while I have the time to help you. Now lets go Missy.”

*Sigh* “Alright. I’m coming.”

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Miracle hopped down from the piano and then she and I preceded to walk down the hallway. As usual I carefully guided her as we went, except this time, about halfway she stopped. I almost ran into her she stopped so abruptly.

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“Whats the matter love.”

“Nothing. Its just…I would like to walk to my room on my own. I have counted the steps.”

“But I always walk you.”

“I know, but this time I wanna try it by myself.”

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“I…uh…”

I was at a loss for words. We always walked together. What had happened all of a sudden that she didn’t want my help. I was more than a bit confused, but the pleading look on her face, made it obvious she was dead serious. After a couple brief moments to mull it over I conceded.

“Lead the way love. I will follow.”

With those words, her face lit up as she turned back in the direction of her room. I surveyed her carefully as she lightly ran her fingers across the wall as she walked. She counted each step with complete and utter concentration. Each move was calculated and precise. I followed her silently until she stopped directly in front of her door. “23.” She beamed with a triumphant grin while reaching out for the door handle.

“Very good Sweet heart.”

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Once we were inside, I pulled her chair close to the desk, so she could sit by me as I typed out her work. This was pretty much an everyday ritual. You would think they would have a different curriculum for a vision-less child, but amazingly they did not. So there was quite a bit of online work as well as book reports and other academic goodies, but being her personal assistant was a sacrifice I was willing to make to keep Miracle home and out of harms way.

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“So what do you want to say next?”

“…”

“Love?”

“Mommy?”

“Yes dear?”

“Can I talk to you about something?”

“Of course. You can talk to me about anything, you know that. Now, whats on your mind?”

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“When do I get to go to school?”

“You do go to school. Monday through Friday.”

“No. I go to home-school. When do I get to go to real school? You know… with other kids?”

“Oh sweetheart. It would be too hard for you to go to a public school.”

“Why?”

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“Well…”

“It’s because I am different. Isn’t it?”

“Not exactly. Its just much easier to keep you safe at home.”

“But I want to go to school like a normal little girl.”

“You are a normal little girl.”

“You know what I mean. Why can’t I gol? Am I not allowed?”

“Its not that you are not allowed its just… I stumbled over my words trying to come up with a valid argument, but for the life of me I couldn’t think of a decent reason… “Maybe when you are a little older.”

“Really?!”

“We’ll see Ok?”

“Ok!”

“Good now lets gets this finished, Daddy is waiting for his TV time with you.”

“Weeeee!”

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Tv time was almost as famous as homework time. Almost every evening when Cello would get home from the museum, He and Tranquil would sit and watch her favorite show together. Of course the way she watched was quite different, but that doesn’t mean she enjoyed it any less. She would laugh at the silly voices and sometimes she was able to pick up on more of subtle jokes than we did. Every day with her was amazing. She was always learning and finding new ways to adapt to every day life. She was growing into an incredibly strong young lady.

Much stronger than I ever realized…

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Thankfully she dropped the whole “going to school” thing and life got back on track. That is until one fateful afternoon when Cello dragged himself through the front door. Tranquil and I both headed straight for him as we always did, but as we approached, I could tell immediately something was wrong. He was smiling, but it was clear he was hiding something.

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“Daddy!!”

“Hello Angel.”

“I missed you.”

“Awww I missed you too love, but I need you to run along so I can talk to your Mommy for a little while.”

“OK!”

Moments later she was heading up the stairs. We both watched her carefully as she disappeared out of sight, not long after the sounds of piano music trickled back down to us. I turned with a smile back to Cello.

“Ok you spill it.”

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“Well I have good and bad news.”

I swallowed hard. Bad news. I hated bad news.

“Whats the good news?” That’s it Olivine try to stay positive.

“The good news is, we are expanding the museum and opening a branch in Briocheport.”

“Oh honey that is wonderful!”

“But.”

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“But…?”

“My father needs me to run it. Which means we have to move to Briocheport.”

“Move to Briocheport? But our home is here.”

“I know and if there was anyway I could work it out, we would stay here in a heartbeat, but he needs me there Liv and I have to go. He is letting me have the old condo. We can fix it up anyway that you please. I guess I could go alone, and commute back and forth.”

I started to shake my head.

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“No. If you go, we go. We are a family. That is the end of that.”

“I know this isn’t what you wanted, but I promise, things are really looking up. The new branch is set to have some amazing exhibits. Its very exciting!”

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Now it was my turn to put on the fake smile. Truth was I was utterly disappointed. I was Chiffon, not only a Chiffon, I was the heiress. My place was here at our home, not living in some Condo miles and miles away from all of my family. But I wasn’t about to ruin this for him, I was going to be supportive and take this as a new stepping stone in my path. As long as I had Miracle and Cello, I would be OK I reassured myself.

“It’s very exciting love. When do we leave?”

“As soon as possible.”

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The next week or so, was spent packing and preparing for the big move to Briocheport. That final day we said our goodbyes and I tried everything I could to drag my feet. Eventually there was no other way to prolong the inevitable and I hugged my mother and father before helping Tranquil into the car.

“Bye Grandma! Bye Poppy!”

“Bye angel! We will see you real soon! Love you!”

“Love you too!”

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Due to all the drives to Briocheport in my younger years, I pretty much knew the route like the back of my hand, but never in my wildest dreams had I ever pictured a trip quite like this one. I had to smile to myself, life was good, I had a loving husband and darling daughter. What else did I need? Nothing. That’s what.

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My positive reinforcing was working wonders. I floated into the elevator and joyfully held Tranquil’s hand as we waited to be taken to our new home. That final ding rang out and slowly the elevator doors opened.

“Here we are! Home sweet home.” Cello cooed as he pulled the key from his pocket and unlocked the door. He then stepped aside and ushered me and Tranquil inside. “Ladies first.”

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At first glance everything was perfect. It was indeed a beautiful condo, but then my eyes focused and I felt my stomach drop.

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“A balcony…”

“Yup spared no expense for my special gals.”

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I just stared into the huge panes of glass.

“You never mentioned a balcony.”

“I wanted it to be a surprise. Isn’t the view amazing?”

I flipped back around. “Oh its amazing alright. Its amazing that you would fail to tell me that the new home you were moving us into had a balcony.” I snapped.

“I don’t…”

“Think about it dear. Do you think this is safe. For Berry’s sake Cello! We are 19 floors up and your daughter is blind!”

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I was so angry I could barely see straight. “I worried enough about her at the house with 2 stories!! I can’t believe how selfish you can be!”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t even think…”

“Oh of course you didn’t! You just dragged us to this deathtrap and expected everything to be hunky dory!!”

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Suddenly that sweet angelic voice cut through.

“Mommy. Please don’t fight.” She pleaded in a choked whisper.

I stopped mid sentence. I felt my cheeks flush, in all my frustration and completely forgotten she was there. Tears were welling up in her eyes. “It scares me when you yell.”

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“Oh Miracle baby. It’s Ok. Come here. Shhhh Shhhh. Mommy didn’t mean it.”

“Please don’t be mad at Daddy!”

“Awwwww Honey I’m not mad. Everything is fine I promise.”

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“Lets go find your room.”

“Ok.”

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We went up the stairs and after searching a couple rooms, I located Tranquil’s. “Here we are! Oh Miracle it looks lovely.”

“Ya?!”

“Mhmmm.”

I sat with her for a few moments on the bed, I would have stayed longer, but there was something else I needed to take care of.

“Sweetheart I will be back in a few. I need to go talk to your father.”

“Ok.”

“Love you baby.”

“Love you too Mommy.”

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“Hey.”

“Hey…”

“Listen Cello. I owe you an apology.”

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“No. I’m sorry. You were right. I didn’t even think about that…I was thoughtless and inconsiderate.”

His voice sounded so broken. With each word he said the guilt pounded down on me harder.

“No. I shouldn’t have blown up like that. It was uncalled for and I’m the one who is sorry. Please love, you do nothing but good for our family. I’m sorry.”

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“Its just so scary! She is so little. Everything terrifies me. What if this…what if that. Fear and worry are always running in the back of mind.”

“She is gonna be Ok. We can lock this door. That way she won’t ever be out here.”

“Ok love.”

“She is a smart girl dear. She is going to be an amazing young woman, you just have to put a little faith in her.”

“I know. Its just so hard!”

“I know it is, but we can do it, together.”

“Together.”

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I pulled him into my arms and kissed him gently. ” I don’t deserve you.”

“Sure you do.”

Suddenly a beautiful melody wafted through and I instinctively grabbed Cello’s hand and lead him towards the door. “I think we have a concert to get to.”

“Hmmm I think you are right.”

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We spent the rest of the evening listening to our amazingly talented daughter as she played her little heart out to her appreciative audience. It was absolute heaven. In the loving arms of my husband and surrounded by my beautiful daughter and her inspiring music, I could finally say my life was complete.

Gen 6- Chapter 13 Part 2: Olivine Bloom

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As Tranquil grew, I quickly learned that a blind child was almost no different from a non blind child. We had all the same challenges as other parents, with just one little extra one. Surprisingly teaching her to talk was much easier than we ever imagined.

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In fact her verbal skills were amazing. She was talking in full sentences before we ever even attempted to teach her to walk. She and I would sit for hours in the back yard talking about different sounds she could hear. She was so incredibly smart.

“I hear bird mommy.”

“That’s right love.”

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Finally after careful consideration, we started to teach her how to walk. Cello did most of the work, he seemed to have a better grasp on the concept than I did and little Miracle just adored her daddy to pieces, so any time they got to spend together, she ate it up.

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After a while she started to get the hang of it. All Cello had to do was call out to her and she could easily follow the sound of his voice. So once the mechanics of it all fell into place for her, she was walking like a pro not long after. I had never seen a more proud pappa in my life.

“I did it!”

“You sure did sweetheart!”

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There never was a more joyful happy baby. She loved to laugh and we loved to hear it. She was always smiling and it was obvious when you saw her that she never once felt her blindness was a disadvantage. She was just a happy healthy little girl. A fact that made the two of us realize all of our worries before had been completely unfounded. She was amazing.

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Everyone adored her.

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Gramma…

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Poppy…

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Auntie Symph. Everyone was in awe of our little Miracle.

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As time carried on and we quickly discovered there was something else that was quite extraordinary about her.

At first I was apprehensive of trying out the baby xylophone, only because I was unsure how I would show her where to strike the mallet. Deciding to finally give it a shot though, I sat down on the floor with her and gently took her hand in my own. “Like this.” *clink*

*clink* *clink* *clink*

“Very good!”

“hehehehe!”

*clink* *clink* *clink*

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I think that was the moment that music became her life. After some trial and error (hitting the carpet) Tranquil started to learn exactly where each tine went and which one made what sound. I watched in amazement as she started to create her own music. At first I didn’t hear it, but one day it finally clicked. She was learning how to play the sunshine song. I had to choke down the tears as I tried to sing along to her beautiful rendition.

“Please don’t my sunshine away.”

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If she wasn’t playing music, she was listening to it. All kinds. She would sit for hours in front of the radio when we let her. Of course we kept it to clean stations, but to her it didn’t matter to her, just as long as it was music.

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There was only one thing she loved more than her music and that was her cousin Minnie.  Watching them together was just about to most adorable thing I had ever seen.

“I’ll be the daddy and you be the mommy.”

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Watching her grow up before my eyes, was the most amazing blessing I had ever received. Someone once said, we are only given what we can handle and if all of my hardships were necessary to have such an amazing inspiring person in my life, then let me tell you every single bit of it was worth it.

Gen 6- Chapter 13 Part 1: Olivine Bloom

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Misfortune. It can come in all shapes and sizes. Sometimes it is something slight, a misunderstanding that gets blown out of proportion. Other times it is a whole lot more serious. Usually when it is the latter, you never see it coming. A curve-ball right out of left field juts it way in your direction and before you have a chance to react it beams you in the head. This was pretty much the story of my life right?

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Wrong. I had gone through misfortunes in my life sure, but this… This was more than all of those combined. How cruel the fates could be. I never saw it coming. Maybe I should have, but I didn’t.

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To look at her, my darling Miracle was the most perfect baby you had ever seen. Her fingers were long and lovely. Her feet had just the right amount of arch, her hair was starting to grow in a lovely shade of teal, but those eyes. There was something about her eyes that were…different.

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1 week earlier

Cello and I had decided to make an appointment with the pediatrician, not long after our dear Miracle was home with us. Something was very odd about her behavior. Being new to parenting and just  wanting to be on the safe side, we made the appointment to discuss it further with a professional.

I was a nervous wreck as we waited. I kept eying Cello and then Tranquil. Finally Cello noticed my erratic movements and gave me a smile. “She’s gonna be fine.”

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“Ah lets see here Mr. and Mrs. Chiffon and little Tranquil?”

“Yes. That’s us.”

“Wonderful. Welcome. Welcome. I am Dr. Bell Pepper.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Yes. Now what seems to be the problem?”

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“Well Doctor. She is not focusing on anything.”

“Focusing?”

“What I mean is. She never seems to look at us or anything that we put in front of her. I thought it just had to do with her age, but my Mom said she be much more aware by now. So we decided to bring her in to ask you.”

“Hmm I see. Well lets have a look. Hello beautiful.”

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Cello and I watched as the doctor did a few tests. It took only a few minutes for him to turn back to us with his findings.

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“Mr. and Mrs. Chiffon, I am afraid that your daughter may be blind. Her visual responses are non existent. Your mother was right she should be quite aware of her surroundings, and actually she is… just not visually.”

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The room started to spin and everything started to go black. All I could feel was a strong hand on my shoulder. “But her eyes are perfect. They look fine. Wouldn’t they look…not fine?” Apparently my ability to create cohesive sentences had gone right out the window.

“Sometimes you can see it in the eyes, but not always. This is probably why the hospital failed to notice. There are so many other tests and observations going on while they are in NICU that sometimes things are unfortunately overlooked.”

“But it can’t be. She is perfect. She is perfect!”

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I felt like a petulant child as I turned my back to the doctor and Miracle. “Please!! Don’t do this to me! To her! It’s not fair! She’s just a baby!!!”

“Shhh sweetheart it’s ok. It’s gonna be-”

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Cello didn’t even finish his sentence before started to lose it too. Our emotions flip flopped from anger to pain and back again probably a couple dozen times. We did our best to offer the other support when a moment of clarity would allow it.

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“This is a very natural response you two. It’s very upsetting to learn that there is something wrong with your child. But I can assure you, other than her eyesight, she is perfectly healthy.”

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“What are we supposed to do now?”

“Just keep on doing what you have been doing. I can get you some information on a few classes that we offer here at the office. It’s a support group for families living with a blind infant. But basically her stimulus is going to be very audible and physical. So talk to her, sing to her, hold her hands, tickle her feet. She is going to be just fine.”

“Thank you doctor.”

“I will set you up with another appointment in a few weeks, so we can monitor her development, but as far as I can see she is an average little girl with one special difference. Take care you three.”

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Once we returned home, I took Miracle to her room and carefully placed her in her crib. I kissed her gently on the forehead and held her hand close. She cooed softly and squeezed my finger.  Such a sweet angel, how could someone so innocent be burdened with something so hard. I could feel the anger rising again, so I quietly left the room. As I wandered down the hallway, I noticed our bedroom door was slightly ajar. I stepped inside to find Cello standing at the window.

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“Love?”

“I just can’t believe it. She seemed fine. I thought she was fine. What her life going to be like now? Liv I’m so scared.”

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“Me too love. Me too.”

As I started to cry into his shoulder, all the anguish that had started to surface at the office suddenly erupted. “Why is this happening?! Is she being punished for something I did? Is this my fault? I just wanted her to live a normal happy life. Now what!?”

“I don’t know sweetheart, but what I do know, is this isn’t your fault. It’s no ones fault. Please don’t try to put this on yourself. We can do this. I have no idea how, but we can. You are a strong beautiful woman and an amazing mother. We will make this work somehow.”

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I tried to stop the tears but they just kept falling. The bitter anger stormed my body for almost an hour before I was able to gain control. Cello held me until I finally was able to speak again. “I better go and check on her.” I sniffed.

“Ok.”

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I made my way to her crib and carefully scooped her into my arms. She was so very tiny. Her dark almost black eyes blankly staring into the great unknown. “Hello my little Miracle. It’s your mommy.” I whispered.

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She was quiet for a couple of minutes, but then all of a sudden she started to cry.

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I tried everything I could think of to get her to settle out, but nothing was working. She cried and cried, her little voice shaking from the force of it all. “Oh please little one. Its ok. Shh shh.” I tried rocking her, but it only seemed to make things worse. I was just about to call my mother for reinforcements, when I remembered something the doctor had said.

“So talk to her, sing to her.”

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It was the only thing I hadn’t tried. So I started to sing the first song that came to my head.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray.”

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“You’ll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

The moment the music hit her ears she immediately started to calm down. I continued to rock and hum to her until she finally fell asleep.

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I took a seat at the window and Tranquil and I watched the setting sun. I knew in that moment, holding her in my arms that we were going to make this work. Cello was right. There was nothing wrong with our little Miracle, and I vowed to always keep her safe and protected. Her life would be much different than mine, I would see to that. Nothing would ever harm her.

Gen 6- Chapter 12 Part 3: Olivine Bloom

A beautiful gift on such a blessed day.

This was made my dear friend Kittycattylion and its so amazing and beautiful I am making it part 3 to this chapter. Thank you Button!

someone put a lock on this old door, it’s been beaten up and used and more
it’s been kicked a hundred thousand times, keeping all the memories behind

if you read the lines between the paint, look beyond the cracks that store away
it’s hidden in the windows of the walls, right behind the eyes that saw it all

given all the facts of circumstance
I did not believe that a romance would show itself in all this dark and blue
that’s the only place I ever knew

you put me outside my safety-zone
outside all the lines that made my home
to find out that no one really lives
without giving what it is you give

a Miracle looking in my life
a mirror-ball showing me all these faces

I’ve been living underneath my skin
everything I felt I kept it in
it carried all the words without a sound
it got me, it almost got too loud

but now that my arms are holding on to someone as sacred as a song
to the one who wants to be my own
I have found that blood can come from stone

 

Gen 6- Chapter 12 Part 2: Olivine Bloom

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When my birthday came along, I didn’t feel much like celebrating. Just the name Birthday made me feel woeful. I didn’t want a party, but when you live with 8 other people, you have a party with out ever inviting anyone. So there was the cake, and everyone singing, and me depressed…again.

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I made my wish. I almost laughed to myself because I knew it would never come true…not now anyways.

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But being the surprisingly optimistic person I was considering the sours I had been through in my life, I blew out the candles and prayed for a miracle.

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Time did its number on me, but not too bad considering.

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We all sat down with our cake and everyone dug right in, except for me. I just stared at my plate. My mind was running a hundred miles a minute. After only a couple of minutes, I excused myself from the table and took refuge in my bedroom. I shut the door carefully and fell into the bed. The tears started to fall again. Happy Birthday Livvy.

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“So this is where you ran off to. What is a beautiful woman like you doing up here all alone?”

“Thinkin.”

“Oh? About what?”

“I’m done trying. Its never gonna happen. We have tried and tried and tried. We have tried so much its not even enjoyable anymore! Its like work, but we never see any results.”

“Oh Sweetheart. Come here.”

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“I’m sorry. That was a horrible thing for me to say.” The tears started to fall all over again. “I love making love to you.”

“Shhhhhh. That’s just it love. When was the last time we actually “made love?” It’s been baby making for almost ever now. How about you and I forget about the baby making part and this time we make it just about us.”

“I want that more than anything right now.”

“Me too. Happy Birthday my love.”

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A couple weeks later when I found myself running to the bathroom to throw up…

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I was more stoked than I should have been for having just tossed all my cookies. Something felt different. It had to be the real thing. Just to be on the safe side though, I made another appointment with the docs and made sure to keep it all under wraps till I knew for sure.

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“This is she.”

“Congratulations Mommy. You did it!”

“Really?!?!”

“Yes Ma’am. I have already set up your first prenatal appointment. See you both soon!”

“Thank you! Thank you so much!”

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The moment I hung up the phone, I ran in the house looking for the first physical body I could find so I could relay the good news! I heard some dishes clinking in the sink, so I hightailed it to the kitchen as fast as my legs could carry me.

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“Mom! It’s finally happened! I’m pregnant!”

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“Oh! Baby girl that is wonderful!”

“Ya! I’m so happy!!”

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“Me too Sweet pea. Me too.”

“Oh my berry! I have to tell Cello!”

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This news was much to exciting for a phone call, so I headed straight down to his to work to tell him in person. I searched every room of the museum, until I found him working on one the exhibits on the top floor.

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The beaming smile and odd time arrival to his work probably gave it all way, but I played it up anyways.

“Babe guess what!”

“What?!”

“I’m pregnant!”

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“Oh sweetheart! This is wonderful news! I’m gonna be a daddy!”

“Yes! You are! hahaha!”

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Ah but in true Olivine form, no good news is never not accompanied by something bad. By the time I returned from Cello’s work, Grandma Saffron had passed away. She had been visiting with my Uncle Sunglow and Aunt Taffy when her time was just…well up. I was saddened to think she would never meet her great grandchild.

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I know I should have been sadder to lose her , but my excitement most definitely outweighed my grief, and I was determined to stay as happy, healthy and de-strssed as I could for the babies sake. I was glowing and so was Cello! It was a good time in the Chiffon household.

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This is not to say the pregnancy was easy. No, I had so much pain at times it was excruciating. I had refused to take any sort of pain medications, even ones that were approved for pregnancy. Nope, I was determined to have the healthiest baby I could and that meant no drugs whatsoever. A choice at times I deeply regretted.

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Lucky for me, I was married to the most amazing man ever and would massage me, feed me, pamper me when ever I needed or wanted.

“You spoil me. You know that.”

*Gasp* “I do nothing of the sort.”

“Hehhe.”

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News of my pregnancy traveled fast and before long, we had visitors from near and far coming around just to get a glimpse at my baby bump. Though my baby bump was never ever that big, they didn’t seem to care. They cooed and talked, and giggled to it anyways.

“Hello baby!”

“Oh my!”

“Awwww Look at you. You are glowing!”

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All was going to plan until I hit my 7 month point. Mom and I were watching TV in the main room when a pain hit me out of nowhere. It was so intense it caused me shoot up from the couch.

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“Ahhh! Mom! Something isn’t right! I think I am going into ahhhhhhhhh labor!!”

“But its too soon!”

“Well its happening! Ahhhhh Get Cello!”

“Right!”

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By the time we got to the hospital it was very clear I was in labor. The doctors helped me through and in under six hours there was a new member added to Chiffon clan. Our beautiful little girl Tranquil Truffle.
Sadly because she was so premature. I didn’t get to hold her for very long. And even though I was ready for release the next day, she would have to stay in the NICU for two months at least.

I thought the pain of waiting for a 3 minutes on a test was long. Those two months were the most excruciating of my life.

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Finally after waiting and waiting, I was able to bring her home. The whole house was all a buzz, when Cello and I made our way back to the hospital to pick her up.

We finally arrived home, I walked in the front door, and pulled her into my arms.

“Welcome home my miracle baby.”

Gen 6- Chapter 12 Part 1: Olivine Bloom


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3 minutes. That is all it takes to know if you are pregnant or if you are not. 3 long, painful minutes.  Seeing I had done this same song and dance a couple dozen times, the wait seemed even longer. This had to be it. This time the little plus sign would appear and all this trying would finally bring along something other than me being depressed.

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“So whats the verdict? Am I going to be an Auntie?”

“Still a minute to go.”

“Oh…”

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The final minute finally ticked on and the minus sign suddenly appeared. Negative. Again.

“Its Negative.”

“Awwwww.”

Frustrated beyond belief I chucked the test in the trash. I thought trying to get pregnant would be easier. My whole family never seemed to have any troubles. I think all my ancestors had big families. 4 or more! Sometimes more than one at a time. Then there was me. Couldn’t even conceive one.

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I slowly emerged from the bathroom. I swear doom and gloom was new persona. I swear I was happy. Sometimes…

“Awww sis don’t be sad. It will happen. It will!”

“I’m not so sure Em. Maybe. Maybe there is something wrong with me. Maybe I’m broken.”

“No way! I’m sure…well *ahem* maybe its time to go to the doctors. I bet they will know whats wrong and how it can be fixed.”

“Ya.”

“I have faith in the great Berry above, you will make me an Auntie. Or else, I will just have to go steal one. And we don’t want that.”

“Heh. No. We don’t”

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Going to the doctor. I knew if I couldn’t get pregnant naturally, it would be the inevitable next step. But going to the doctor also made it final. If something was wrong, I was about to find out. The doctor may tell me that I will never have children, or maybe I was sick. So many worries and insecurities swirled around the idea. As much as it scared, me I knew I had to. If I ever wanted a baby, I had to get over these silly little fears and just go.

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Before I made the appointment I made sure to call Cello. I knew he wouldn’t mind that I had decided to go, but It always made me feel better after talking to him.

“Hello?”

“Hi Love.”

“Hello beautiful.”

“So I think I am going to make that appointment with the doctors.”

“Still no go huh?”

“No.”

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“What ever we need to do, you know I am ready. Its just…this week I am so slammed down here, I wouldn’t be able to make it to the appointment with you.”

“It’s Ok. I will be fine.”

“Are you sure? I mean I could try to work something out. Why don’t you let me know once you get the day and time and I will see what I can do.”

“Really love. I will take care of it. Promise.”

“Ok. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

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After we got off the phone, I went downstairs to make the appointment. Sitting on the phone for hours on end when I tried to make my regular check up appointment, I had learned online access was about 50 times easier and faster! You even got pushed up sometimes because everything was so instant. Which just happened to be the case this time. They had a cancellation for that later that day, so I took it.

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Doctors offices are so cold and uninviting.  Its almost like they make them that way to make you more nervous and freaked out. I looked around the room nervously. Just go in and get this over and done with and then you will know, one way or another you will know. I pep talked to myself as I drummed my fingers on my jeans.

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“Olivine Bloom?”

“That’s me.”

“Right this way please.”

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After doing a whole slew of tests, I waited patiently for the doctors return. I think I spent a good 3 hours in there total. Not a fun way to spend a nice afternoon that’s for sure. Especially in an awkward medical gown. Unfortunately depending on some of the results, there was a possibility of a few more tests, so I was unable to just get dressed again.

Finally though she came back.

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“So what is it Doc? Something easy to fix, or am I doomed forever?”

I tried my best to make light of situation, but in all actuality I was terrified.

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“I’m afraid it doesn’t look promising Mrs. Chiffon. It would seem that your egg count is almost non existent.”

I felt my heart drop.

“In fact the chances of you conceiving naturally are almost slim to none.”

I didn’t know what to say. From very early on I knew I wanted a family. Even with all the fears and worries that had run through my mind before the appointment, I still wasn’t prepared to hear it.

“There are a couple of fertility treatments we can try, but your chances are still quite small, and the procedure itself is quite costly. Now there is always adoption. Adoptive parents live just as full and happy lives as natural parents.”

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I started to shake my head. “No. No adoption. I can’t. I am an heiress. It has to be mine. I…want to do the procedure.”

“Are you quite sure. Like I said its a very expensive.”

“I don’t care. Money is not an issue.”

“Very well. I will get a hold of the specialist and see when can start.”

“I just want my baby.” I yelped.

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“I know Mrs. Chiffon, and we are going to do everything in our power to see that it happens.”

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“Shhhh sweetheart it’s OK.”

“I just want to have a baby with the man I love! Is that so much to ask! Why! Why is life so hard! Did I secretly do something to deserve all of this heartache?!”

“Life is unpredictable sometimes. That’s just the way life is.”

“I think life must enjoy seeing me in pain. Its been my theme song since high school.” I cried into his shoulder.

“Well I bet if we do this procedure, you will be pregnant in no time.”

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“Its so expensive. If it fails the first time, its over. There is no way we can try again. That scares me Cello. My luck in the past has never been stellar so why is it gonna change now?”

“I dunno love, but we need to keep that positive energy out there if we want to have even a glimmer of chance for it to work.”

*Sniff* “You’re right.” I put on a smile, the first real smile in weeks. “It will work.”

“See that’s the spirit! Heck I can hear the doctors already. ‘Congratulations Mrs. Chiffon! It was a success!’ “

“Ya.” Smiley

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But it didn’t work. My heart crumbled into a tiny million pieces as I stared back at that test. The minus seemed even larger than usual taunting me with its presence.  It was official, Olivine Bloom would never have a baby of her own.

Gen 6- Chapter 11 Part 1 Wedding Special: Olivine Bloom

Special Note about this chapter: Yes I am very aware it is short XD Only because I felt Liv deserved a chapter dedicated solely to her wedding. Not to worry next chapter will be much more…full. Now without further ado I hope you enjoy Liv’s special day!

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“Awwww doesn’t she look beautiful!”

“Yes!”

“She looks amazing!”

“Dawwwwwww!”

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The girls were fawning over me like, I was a far away princess. Thinking back, I don’t think I had ever been so glammed up before in my life. Even at the junior prom I took the low road and wore something cute and sensible. Never felt the need to try to look knock out gorgeous, but today was different. I had most certainly earned this day and by Berry, I was gonna look amazing doing it!

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Looking back in the mirror, even I had to admit I had outdone myself. I looked stunning!

“Oh Cello is just going to die when he sees you walking down the aisle looking like this!”

“He sure will!”

“Thanks gals.”

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Everything was perfect. Even my dearest Strawberry made sure to schedule her leave around my special day. Surrounded by all my dearest family and friends, this was going to be a wedding to remember for years to come!

“Come on! We don’t want to keep your hubby to be waiting a moment longer!”

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The sun had already tucked behind the horizon when I made my way out to the aisle. Some thought I was crazy for wanting a moonlit wedding, but when I had ever been a woman of tradition. The cool air kissed my skin, sending an exhilarated shiver down my spine.

As I walked, my mind started to wander.

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All the hurt,

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all the pain,

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all the lies, brought me to where I was that day. All of the ups and downs made the moment possible. It was also in that moment, that I decided to never regret. Everything happens for a reason, and me walking down the aisle to probably the most amazing man on the planet, only proved that further.

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My true love. How foolish I was to think I could find it so quickly. It was almost comical to think how silly I had been over Melon. With Cello it was different. It was real and it was more than attraction. I knew that he and I could grow old together, never tiring of one another. The missing piece to my complicated puzzle. My heart was ready to burst with the joy I was feeling.

“You look so beautiful” He whispered softly under his breath.

I only smiled in reply.

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“Olivine, I love you. You are my best friend.
Today I give myself to you in marriage.
I promise to encourage and inspire you, to laugh with you,
and to comfort you in times of sorrow and struggle.
I promise to love you in good times and in bad,
when life seems easy and when it seems hard,
when our love is simple, and when it is an effort.
I promise to cherish you, and to always hold you in highest regard
These things I give to you today, and all the days of our life.”

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“Cello, I love you. You are my best friend.
Today I give myself to you in marriage.
I promise to encourage and inspire you, to laugh with you,
and to comfort you in times of sorrow and struggle.
I promise to love you in good times and in bad,
when life seems easy and when it seems hard,
when our love is simple, and when it is an effort.
I promise to cherish you, and to always hold you in highest regard
These things I give to you today, and all the days of our life.”

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Perfect.

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We spent the rest of the evening dancing the night way. It all felt so magical.

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“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“I was thinking maybe we should go back to the room.”

“I think that is a wonderful idea.”

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Since we were unable to organize a proper honeymoon, my family was gracious enough to stay downstairs for the evening.

Once we were upstairs, I slipped into my new nighty and as sexy-ly as I could leaned against the open bathroom door.

“How do I look?” I inquired in my most sultry voice.

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“Beyond amazing.” He replied patting the spot next to him on the bed.

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I slinked across the room still going for sexy but ended up laughing half way. “I’m sorry! I’m not very good at this sort of thing.” I chuckled.

“You’re doing better than you think you are.”

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I had never seen him look sexier.

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No doubt my heard had been captured by one Cello Chiffon.

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We spent the entire evening in each others arms. One night of pure perfection. Who knows when another moment like that one would ever come along again, so I drank it all in, continuing to be ever grateful for every moment we would spend together.

“I love you.”