Eleanor Rose Pagan

My Eleanor, when I gave birth to you and had you in my arms, you had your father's eyes and my hair color. You was the beautiful soul that god has created for your mother. My darling Eleanor, you and I went through so much that I was in a relationship with a man who you looked up to him as your dad. After your grandparents died, I only had you and no one else but me, myself and I. I love you so dearly my sweet baby. You're loved by everyone that loves you.