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more to her than just an unexpected display of emotion. Such a breakthrough was validation that she, and now little Katie, owned my soul forever.
I knew Karina had the heart and soul to be a terrific mother, but had no idea that it was literally her calling. Since the day Katie was born, Karina spent every day relishing her new title: Mother. Everything she did was for Katie’s well-being. I realized quickly that I had instantly become a second priority, and nothing could make me happier. The three of us were like a prepared recipe that required all three ingredients to reach perfection.
It was before we celebrated our first anniversary, before the addition of Katie to our little family, that she openly shared with me details of her childhood. It was a childhood that contrasted everything about my own and I couldn’t understand why she had kept this beautiful story of an ideal upbringing protected inside the walls of her heart. Karina loved her mother and father dearly and they adored their daughter with a love that can only be described in poetry, her poetry. This was the reason she had an infinite well of loving feelings from where to draw the inspirations she transformed into concise, beautiful verse. She was hesitant to tell her story because when she was twelve years old, her world was shattered much like mine would be so many years later. Talking about her pain always seemed to bring it to the surface once again.
Karina was raised in Dix Hills, NY, about an hour east of Manhattan. Her dad, Gus was an avid pilot with thousands of hours flight time. He was also the proud owner of a Cessna 185, which after his family, was
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The Houseguest by Linda Ellis www.LindaEllis.life