when mum was pregnant we were all very excited about having a new brother or sister and son or daughter, but sadly, we lost the poor little thing at 8 weeks. so we had a little funeral, gathering type-thing and we all cried hard out (especially faith). we put it in a container and dug it into the ground.
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