Hopeful

I put a smile on my face every morning. I try to pull through the day without thinking too much about it. At night, before calling it a day, my usual routine is to browse through FB. I smile at the cute baby videos and at that cat annoying the hell out of the poor dog. However lately, it had been more tears than smiles.

I cried when I saw the photos of the newborn left to die with its head submerged in the water tank in the toilet. 

I cried when I saw the baby that was cut into 15 and was dumped in a bin without its head.

I cried watching a video and hearing the cries of a baby who was tossed and shaked violently presumably by a caregiver and hopefully not by its mother.

And yet, here I am. Praying to God every single day. For a miracle to happen. For a child to complete this family of mine. For a little one I can call my own. 

Dear God, please listen to my prayers. 

Yours Truly,

Ms. Hopeful