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“Eddie turned away.
"Because I saved you, as tough as those years were for you, as bad as it was with your hand, you got to grow up, too. And because you got to grow up..."
When he turned back, Annie froze. Eddie was holding a baby boy, with a small blue cap on his head.
"Laurence?" Annie whispered.
Eddie stepped forward and placed her son in her trembling arms. Instantly, Annie was whole again, her body complete. She cradled the infant against her chest, a motherly cradle that filled her with the purest feeling. She smiled and wept and she could not stop weeping.
"My baby," she gushed. "Oh, my baby, my baby...”
― Mitch Albom, The Next Person You Meet in Heaven

“I like to believe that all the babies whom died in the womb are with mothers who died giving birth.
There's a sentimental notion about this kind of perspective - a feeling of peace admist deep grief.”
― Nikki rowe

“For all these years, her heart had painted the picture for her. Her child-not a figment of her imagination, but her child in the world. The picture that her heart painted was real.”
― Kelly Barnhill, The Girl Who Drank the Moon