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The Story of Ema Jane | |
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| My little fighter at only a few hours old. | Ema and I the day after my sisters wedding and she was 8 days old. |
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| At over a month old she sleeps in her cars seat looking so small and fragile. |
My sister Louise's wedding day and I was matron of honour |
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| Me an my sister's,and my only brother James. They were my rock during that long haul and I owe them so much. |
My Angel who came into this world weighing 3lb 10oz. |
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