hello everyone this is a very touching story i hope u like it..xx


I cried when I adopted her because she was the child of my dreams, my fantasies. She made me a mom.

I cried at every milestone because I was so proud. Everything she did was perfect in my eyes.

I cried at every birthday and threw my heart into making them special so I could see her smile.

I cried as I marvelled at her beauty, a type of beauty that would cause a stranger to stop and say, "Such a beautiful, poised and respectful and kind child." I would cry with pride at that.

I cried when I watched her lead the band on percussion, an extremely naturally talented young woman, the pide of her music teacher.

I cried when I saw her interact with her friends, whom she cherished, making them gifts, always, with a generous nature about her that drew raves from my friends.

Somewhere along the way I lost this child. Someone or something otherworldly took her from me and left in her place a 13 year old who is on her way to in inpatient psychiatric facility for emotionally troubled teens. I will go to court next week and stand up and tell the family court judge that we are beside ourselves with grief, but that "yes" I will agree to the placement as it has been explained to me that we have no choice at this point.

That child has been replaced with another who has mastered the art of manipulation. She lashes out. She stands up to her full height of 5'4 and stares down teachers and administrators, even police officers, therapists and judges, none of whom have been able to make an impact on her.

She doesn't play music anymore. I don't like her friends. My friends are not jealous of me now, in fact, they look away when they see me, they are sad for me.

I went to visit her the other week, the one time she consented to see me. Her hair was pink. She treated my with disdain, as usual. But I glanced over and there was a bin with her name on it in the common area. And in the bin I saw some yarn, and I saw that she had been making bracelets. She can knit with her fingers. She told me she had been making people bracelets and that they were a big hit...

And for a moment I saw my little girl who would hold up her hands, multi-colored yarn hanging down and dragging across the floor, and I could see her smiling at me and saying "Look what I can do? Look what I made mom. Do you want me to make you one?" And I would say sure, even though I already had about 80 of them. I always figured you could never have too many things that your child makes for you.

My little girl is in there somewhere. She is lost in there. Failing out of school, determined to drop out. Failing at relationships with other kids. Failing to show respect of any kind to anyone. They will take her, and they will help her, I can only hope.

And maybe someday I will find a way to stop crying these tears and I will instead cry tears of joy when my daughter comes home to me.

A Sad Love Story telling us not to be afraid of expressing our Feelings and try to understand others feeling and their problems.

I have a boyfriend who grew up with me. His name is Jin. I always thought of him as a friend
Until last year, when we went to a trip from a club. I found that I fell in love with him. Before that
trip was over, I took a step and confessed my love for him. And soon, we became a pair of
lovers, but we loved each other in different ways. I always concentrated on him only, but by his side, there were so many other friends . To me, he was the only one, but to him, maybe I was just another girl...

"Jin, do you want to go watch a movie?" I asked.
"I can't"
"Why? You need to study at home?" I felt disappointment grabbing me.
"No... I am going to meet a friend...

He was always like that. He met girls in front of me, like it was nothing. To him, I was just a girlfriend. The word 'love' only came out from my mouth. Since I knew him, I had never heard him say 'I love you' before. To us, there weren't any anniversaries at all. He didn't say anything from the first day and it continued till 100 days...200days... Everyday, before we say goodbye, he would just hand me a doll, everyday, without fail. I don't know why...

Then one day...

Me: Um, Jin, I ...
Jin: What...don't drag, just say..
Me: I love you.
Jin: ......you....um, just take this doll and go home.
That was how he ignored my 'three words' and handed me the doll. Then he disappeared, like he was running away. The dolls I received from him everyday, filled my room, one by one. There were many...
Then one day came, my 19th year old birthday. When I got up in the morning, I pictured a party with him, and stranded myself in my room, waiting for his call I was disconned all my friends call just waiting for his call... But... lunch passed, dinner passed... and soon the sky was dark... he still didn't call. It was already tiring to look at the phone anymore. Then around 2am in the morning, he suddenly called me and woke me from my sleep. He told me to come out of the house. Still, I felt joy and I ran out happily.

Me: Jin...
Jin: Here...take this...
Again, he handed me a little doll.
Me: What's this?
Jin: I didn't give it to you yesterday, so I am giving it to you now. I'm going home now, bye.
Me: Wait, wait! Do you know what today is?
Jin: Today? Huh?
I felt so sad, I thought he would remember my birthday. He turned around and walked away like nothing had happen. Then I shouted... "Wait..."
Jin: You have something to say?
Me: Tell me, tell me you love me...
Jin: What?!
Me: Tell me
I put my pathetic self behind and clung on to him. But he just said simple cold words and left.
"I don't want to say...that I love someone so easily, if you are desperate to hear it, then find someone else."
That was what he said. Then he ran off. My legs felt numb... and I collapsed to the ground. He didn't want to say it easily... How could he.... I felt that... Maybe he is not the right guy for me...
After that day, I stranded myself at home crying, just crying. He didn't call me, although I was waiting. He just continued handing me a little doll every morning outside my house. That's how those dolls piled up in my room... everyday
After a month, I got myself together and went to school. But what made the pain resurface was that... I saw him on a street... with another girl who was handing him a doll... He had a smile on his face, one that he never showed me...as he touched the doll... I ran straight back home and looked at the dolls in my room, and tears fell... Why did he gave these to me... Those dolls are probably picked out by some other girls...In a fit of anger, I threw the dolls around. Then suddenly, the phone rang. It was him. He told me to come out to the bus stop outside my house. I tried to calm myself down and walked to the bus stop. I kept reminding myself that I am going to forget him, that... it's going to end. Then he came into my sight, holding a big doll.

Jin: Jo, I thought you were pissed, you really came?
I couldn't help hating him, acting like nothing had happen and joking around. Soon, he held out the doll as usual...
Me: I don't need it. Jin: What....why...
I grabbed the doll from his hands and threw it on the road.
Me: I don't need this doll, I don't need it anymore!! I don't want to see a person like you again!
I spitted out all the words that were inside me. But unlike other days, his eyes very shaking.
"I'm sorry" He apologized in a tiny voice. He then walked over to the road to pick up the doll...
Me: You stupid! Why are you picking up the doll?! Just throw it away!!! But he became a deaf and dumb person and ignored me and just went to pick the doll. Then...

Honk~ Honk~
With a loud honk, a big truck was heading towards him.
"Jin! Move! Move away!" I shouted... But he didn't hear me, he squatted down and picked up the doll.
"Jin, move!" HONK~!! "Boom!" That sound, so terrifying.
That's how he went away from me. That's how he went away without even opening his eyes to say one word to me.
After that day, I had to go through everyday with guiltiness and the sadness of losing him... And after spending two months like a crazy person... I took out the dolls.

Those were the only gifts he left me since the day we started going out. I remembered the days I spent with him and started to count the days... when we were in love...

"One...two... three..." That was how... I started to count the dolls...
"Four hundred and eighty four... four hundred and eighty five..." It all ended with 485 dolls.
I then started to cry again, with a doll in my arms. I hugged it tightly, then suddenly...

"I love you~, I love you~" I dropped the dolls, shocked.

"I....lo..ve...you??" I picked up the dolls and pressed its stomach.

"I love you~ I love you~" It can't be! I pressed all the dolls' stomach as it piled on the side.
"I love you~"
"I love you~"
"I love you~"
Those words came out non-stop. I...love you... Why didn't I realize that....That his heart was always by my side, protecting me. Why didn't I realize that he love me this much... I took out the doll under the bed and pressed it's stomach, that was the last doll, the one that fell on the road. It had his blood stain on it. The voice came out, the one that I was missing so much.

"Jo...Do you know what today is? We've been loving each other for 486 days. Do you know what 486 is? I couldn't say I love you.... Um... since I was too shy... If you forgive me and take this doll, I will say that I love you... everyday... till I die... Jo... I love you..."

The tears came flowing out of me. Why? Why? I asked God, why do I only know about all this now? He can't be by my side, but he loved me until his last minute...

For that... and for that reason... to me... it became courage... to live a beautiful life....

This Story telling us not to be afraid of expressing our Feelings to someone who is our life and

Try to understand others feeling and their problems before getting fire upon them with anger remember to break a heart a word is enough but to join it whole life is not enough.................................

Treat every relationship ( even its our blood relation.. MOM... Dad...Brother... Sister..)as if it's the last one, then you'll know how to Give.

Treat every moment as if it's the last day, then you'll know how to Treasure.

Treasure what you have right now, or else you may regret one day..