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They were so tiny.

Very tiny.

So fragile.

So delicately adorable.

I stare at them from outside the glass window and my heart swells with these crazy emotions that are building up inside me the more I stare at how tiny and angelic they looked. Staring at them, I did not know that I could love more my sweet Lindy for carrying my little soldiers who are now battling with their own lives. I had no idea that these tiny creatures would actually make me feel much more whole in some way. I glance at the tubes and machines that were surrounding them to help them survive and grow and I know they are fighters and that they will grow stronger.

I know.

I know they will.

I watch as their chests go up and down while they were breathing as they were moving their tiny hands around and subtly kicked their small feet. It was amazing how they looked and how their tiny movements could actually surprise me and amaze me at the same time. Absentmindedly, I am staring at them with a smile on m