I haven't spoken to Marin in years, but I think of her all the time. She was the cutest baby, with big eyes that when they filled with tears, gave off a sparkle, and you just wanted to take her in your arms and wipe her tears away. I remember her growing up, she was a whiz, super intelligent, said the wittiest things. She sent me a postcard from her first trip to Disneyland, and she wrote that she rode the grown up roller coaster and she admitted to me that she was a "titch" scared. I think she was 6 or 7 years old at the time. And she used the word titch. :) I still have that postcard!Wherever you are, Marin, I hope you are thinking of me, too! I love you so much, and pray for you all the time. I can't wait until you turn 18 and have the ability to make your own decisions. I hope you will contact me at that time. I love you sweetie!
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