I just read the last three or four posts of mine and realized that I haven't touched on the most important subject in the lives of Emelie and Mark: our girl.
She has lived with us almost a year now. As I've mentioned in one or two previous posts, she and her mother moved in with us after a bout of sickness that resulted in critical weight loss in a tiny, underweight, half-pint with a one year history on this planet, at that time.
Now she's two. Her mom left her. It happened about three weeks ago. The 18 year-old Stefhanie dressed for school, went to town and then took a bus (we suppose) to Cebu City. She never said anything to us. She didn't call or leave a note. I have words that I am keeping to myself. It would do no good for them to appear here in print. All I will say is this: the bitch left. Its good that she is not here for her neck to be the testing ground of my hand strength. Ahem. Nuff about that.
There's a flip side; a brighter side; a side with love and happiness written all over it: Shane is ours. Thanks. We will do our best.
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