the story of stolen life

Down a busy street walked a tough, strong young woman. Her long brown hair shimmered with reddish tones and golden streaks, and her big hazel eyes shone with curiosity and quiet confidence. She was smart, steady in her studies, and brave in spirit. Then, one day, she crossed paths with a young man whose blue eyes could make the strongest heart grow weak. His short blonde hair caught the sunlight as he smiled and asked, “Would you like to walk with me?” She said yes. They walked and laughed together, unaware that around the corner, Cupid was waiting. With a swift, silent shot of his arrow, both were struck — and in love, they fell. Days turned into weeks of joy. They spent hours walking through the park, lying on blankets under the open sky, talking about dreams and life.One day, the young man went to her father and asked for her hand in marriage. Her father smiled and said yes. Soon, there was a beautiful wedding — filled with laughter, dancing, and love — and a cozy house built for three, with plans for one more blessing to come. They tried and tried for a baby, and one day, when it wasn’t expected at all, joy arrived quietly. Two pink lines, a tiny heartbeat on a glowing screen — and hope bloomed brighter than ever. “It’s a girl,” the doctor said months later. Her mother smiled through happy tears, and her daddy began to dream — teaching her to fish, to laugh, to be his little pal. Her mama planned their makeup dates, big hair bows, and nail polish days that would reach close to heaven. But when the time came, their world changed. Her heart rate dropped. The doctors rushed. Theytried and tried... but the room fell silent. The doctor’s voice was heavy with sorrow. “A blood clot in the placenta,” he said softly — a silent killer. Her mommy and daddy’s hearts broke in ways hearts are not meant to. But behind them, a warm, glowing light appeared. They knew it was her — their baby girl, April — saying goodbye. As her spirit rose and faded into heaven’s light, her parents felt a strange peace through their pain, knowing God would keep her safe until the day they met again. And when that day comes, she’ll be there at the gate, smiling wide and saying, “It’s me, April. I’ve been waiting for you.” they found her presents and all that they did and all that they would do. when the time came five years later on the day that April had arrived the same stomach tightening pain started again.