She was seven years old, a beautiful little girl with the most contagious smile and angelic giggle. She was mischievous; I had to follow her around the house cleaning her crayon artwork off the walls on a daily basis. She was a cuddle bug; hugs were in large supply and she would climb right in my lap like she had all the right in the world to be there at whatever moment she chose. Then she woke one morning and the bright and happy little girl was changed.
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