i wake up every day asking myself is this the day I'm going to die. then i look down on my left arm and see two name tattoo on my arm . my babies they are the reason I'm still alive and they are the reason i keep pushing on in life. i know I'm poor but money can't buy love. it spend time with them and holding them in my arms but now i can't see them or hold them but still going on with my life. just thinking about them make me happy.. i love them and miss them.. i do anything to see them again to hold them spend time with them. i cry when i hear they voice they are my angels
