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He Matters...
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As I look down at my son, the son that means so much to his family, a son that is loved more than words, a son that is wanted, still wanted, it doesn't matter what they say could be wrong with him if he survives that doesn't matter.
I will still love him, his mother will still love him, oh god will his mother love him, she will hold him close to her breast and nurture him like his brothers and dare anyone to hurt him, he won't be different not to us.
He will still be the son we wanted, the son we want to survive, it doesn't matter, he is still our son, why would it matter? How could it matter? We still want him.
To hold him in our arms, to love him and protect him from all things bad, don't tell me that he doesn't matter because he does, he matters to me, his mother, his brothers.
He matters to us.
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from the journal of Jax Teller