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Feb 18, 2006

The mattress that my mom made for Raphael. I always sleep on it now. I still can visualise and smell raphael's smell there. It makes me feel alot more closer to baby. I miss him. I have been sleeping on it ever since baby has not been home.... a mother's love can never be compared with anything.

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