My baby died one month before he was to be born. My baby's eyes never saw, his feet never traveled, his voice was never heard. Here is my attempt to take him through the world with me. My baby boy's name is Frost, he lives in my heart. These are my letters to Frost.
My Dad, your Dad, this is how they protect us. This is the warmth they give us. I wish you could have grown up with him. I wish that you could have become eachother.
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