Now, I am with
my new mommy and she loves me a lot. I have friends, toys, and a big white
furry dog. My new mommy is very nice. She cares for me; she hugs and kisses me
all the time. She tells me that I am a very special person, and that I am very
brave and beautiful young little boy. She tries to make me laugh all the time,
and tells me every day, the blessing that I have been in her life. I believe
her, because I feel safe and secure in her arms. I believe her because she has
a big photo of you Papa God; and you were the only one helping me the night my
mommy almost killed me. My name is Tommy, I am five years old, and this is my
story.
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