Miscarriage - Tattoowise
Nikki lost a little unborn son named Oliver - A little girl named Olivia is coming in January to join the Morris Family. This photo is one of my favorites, it touches me so deep. I cant ever seem to look at it without thinking of Nikki's undying love and dedication she has for her loved ones. She is so real, so raw and so very beautiful... A touching tribute was the rattle tattoo her husband, Jeremiah Morris tattoed on her himself. He is a tattoo artist in Lawrenceville, Georgia.
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Not complete yet though... But story behind this tattoo is that my mom had an abortion with my younger sister just before we immigrated to the United States 'cos she didn't know what would be ahead for us in America and didn't want to take the risk. I was born months pre-mature with serious health problems and barely made it alive. My mom feared that history would repeat itself especially since my sister would have been born in Vietnam and health services over there aren't great. Being refugees, my parents and I were constantly fighting to survive. With the lack of food and money, we starved for days at a time. Plants and dirt became my everyday meals just so I could stay alive. It was hard enough for my parents to feed me and to have another mouth to feed would have been extremely stressful on my family. I was only four years old at the time of the abortion and I didn't find out until I was in middle school. My parents were never planning on telling me but I kept asking for a sister. I have a younger brother who was born exactly a year after we came to the United States and I was thrilled to have a younger brother but I've also always wanted a sister. They kept saying that two children are enough and that they're too old (they really weren't at that time). But I kept bugging them about it until they finally told me that the reason why they didn't want to have another child was 'cos my mom felt guilty for giving up a baby and if she were to have another girl, she wouldn't be emotional capable. I was very angry when I found out. My life would have been completely different if my sister was here with me this whole time. I was angry with myself and my parents, especially my mom. This was when my life began going downhill... I felt like my life has been a lie. As a result of my anger, I started rebelling against my parents. I snuck out in the middle of night, I started stealing things, I got into fights and I even got caught up with the law. I argued with my parents all the time. I neglected/abandoned my younger brother multiple times. I began to hate life, my life. The summer before my Freshman year in high school, I was sitting in my room and a monarch butterfly flew into my window. At first, I wanted to get it out of my room but after multiple failed attempts I just let it be. I sat back down and started thinking. I remember hearing that butterflies symbolize change since they go through a metamorphosis. Butterflies start off as caterpillars which in my opinion are ugly creatures but after metamorphosis, they turn into a beautiful butterfly. It made me realize what I have been doing with my life the past couple of years. Freshman year in a high school where I didn't really know anyone was my second chance at life. I completely changed my life around. I no longer got into fights, got referrals, suspensions, etc. I developed friendships with people who I probably wouldn't have if I didn't take that second chance in life and one of those friendships is with my best friend, Maile. She's coming to visit me on Thanksgiving (tomorrow) and we're going to get matching tattoos but that'll be another story... Lol. Anyways, my relationship with my parents started to improve and I became more family-oriented. I focused more in school, got good grades, joined clubs, played sports, etc. I became a whole new person. If it wasn't for that butterfly that flew in my room, I don't think I would be where I am today. And I like to look at it as the butterfly was my sister. She may not physically be here with me but she has always been watching over me and now she'll forever be with me wherever I go. Who would of thought that I could love someone that I've never met so much? During the past couple of years, there were plenty of moments where I felt like giving up and questioning why I'm here and what I'm doing with my life. But my mind has always directed my thoughts back to my sister. Through my eyes, my mom basically sacrificed her life for mine just 'cos I was older. I'm no longer only living for myself, but for my sister as well. She never
model : Mélodie (Mrs_Collapse)