My Story
Anonymous
One of my best memories was when the first of our children was born in Afghanistan 18 years ago. She was so beautiful, cute, and very small. She had green eyes and brown hair. My husband and I enjoyed holding my daughter for the first time. When she cried, I couldn’t calm her and I cried also. She got up early. Now she is 18 years old, but for me she is still a small sweet girl.
