Olivia Grace, a blessing in disguise.

About five years ago I got blessed out of an awful tragedy. I learned early on in life everything happens for a reason and something good can come out of the worst situation. This little blessing really let me find this to be true.
Growing up my dad was best friends with a man named Tony. Him and Tony worked at Duke Power together and dad invited him to church with us. Eventually my family got very close to him and his girlfriend. When Tony told us him and Brenda were getting married we were very happy for him, but knew this meant we wouldn't see him as often. Not too long after the marriage Brenda got pregnant. She was going to have a little girl, and we could not believe it. Although we didn't talk to them much anymore they were fighting a lot and it was obvious there were problems between them.
Nine months later, there came Olivia. She was beautiful, and everyones idea of a perfect baby. Unfortunately, Brenda was battling with something bigger than anyone could ever imagine. Post pardon depression. This is a awful depression that few mothers get after conceiving a child. In her head Tony was only with her for the baby, and physically and emotionally she refused to have anything to do with her.
When Olivia was about five months old her mother committed suicide. Naturally we were all there for Tony, but the hardest part is preparing a baby girl for a life without her mother. Day by day Tony tried to cope but eventually he got back in church and asked my mom and I to help with the baby. I still remember the first time I laid eyes on that diva. She was dressed with a big bow and covered in pink frills. Knowing how close my mother and I are, and how much I depend on her; I tried to fill that void in Olivia's life. From day one I helped Tony in anyway possible from babysitting, to cleaning, to buying clothes. From the first time I saw her, I've treated her as if she was my own child.
Looking back I can't even imagine my life without that crazy little girl. Sometimes I can't stand the attitude she gives me, or her outrageous demands but I realize she learned from the best. Now "Livi" is my god daughter and I really thank God for blessing me with her. Until the day I die I will always treat her as my own child, and try my best to give her the world. It truly still amazes me that blessings can come out of awful situations like that, but I am glad she looks up to me as a mother figure and she knows she can count on me to never leave her side.

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