Introducing my lil princess Emma :)

Meet my reborn baby girl :) Emma Rose Hill...she is a special baby  :) she is my first reborn baby..She is 21 inches long and about 4lbs 15oz..She was "born" on the 4th July 09,Reborn "Doctor" : Dr. Bonnie Brungardt
Enjoy her pics :)

Story worth sharing

 A story worth sharing  :) it begins like this..


4 years ago, an accident took my beloved away and very often I wonder, how does my wife, who is now in the heavenly realm, feel right now? She must be feeling extremely sad for leaving a husband who is incapable to taking care of the house and the kid. 'cos that is the exact feeling that I have, as I feel that I have failed to provide for the physical and emotional needs of my child, and failed to be the dad and mum for my child.

There was one particular day, when I had an emergency at work. Hence, I had to leave home whilst my child was still sleeping. So thinking that there was still rice leftovers, I hastily cooked an egg and left after informing my sleepy child.

With the double roles, I am often exhausted at work as well as when I am home. So after a long day, I came home, totally drained of all energy. So with just a brief hug and kiss for my child, I went straight into the room, skipping dinner. However, when I jumped into my bed with intention of just having a well-deserved sleep, all i heard and felt was broken porcelain and warm liquid! I flipped open my blanket, and there lies the source of the 'problem'.... a broken bowl with instant noodles and a mess on the bedsheet  and blanket!

Boy, was I mad! I was so furious that I took a clothes hanger, charged straight at my child who was happily playing with his toy, and give him a good spanking! He merely cried but not asking for mercy, except a short explanation:


"Dad, I was hungry and there wasn't anymore leftover rice. But you were not back yet, hence I wanted to cook some instant noodles. But I remembered you reminding me not to touch or use the gas stove without any adults around, hence I turned on the shower and used the hot water from the bathroom to cook the noodles. One is for you and the other is for me. However, I was afraid that the noodles will turn cold, so I hid it under the blanket to keep it warm till you return. But I forgot to remind you 'cos I was playing with my toys...I am sorry Dad..."


At that moment, tears were starting to run down my cheeks...but I didn't want my son to see his dad crying so I dashed into the bathroom and cried with the shower head on to mask my cries. After that episode, I went towards my son to give him a tight hug and applied medication on him, while coaxing him to sleep. Then, it was time to clear up the mess on the bed. When everything was done and well past midnight, I passed my son's room, and saw that he was still crying, not from the pain on his little buttock, but from looking at the photograph of his beloved mummy.


A year has passed since the episode, I have tried, in this period, to focus on giving him both the love of his dad and mum, and to attend to most of his needs. And soon, he is turning seven, and will be graduating from kindergarten. Fortunately, the incident did not leave a lasting impression on his childhood memories and he is still happily growing up.


However, not so long ago, I hit my boy again, with much regret. This time, his kindergarten teacher called, informing me of my son's absence from school. I took off early from work and went home, expecting him to explain. But he wasn't to be found, so I went around our house, calling out his name and eventually found him outside a stationery shop, happily playing computer games. I was fuming, brought him home and whack the hell out of him. He did not retaliate, except to say, 'I am sorry, Dad'. But after much probing, I realized that it was a 'Talent Show' organized by his school and the invite is for every student's mummy. And that was the reason for his absence as he has no mummy.....


Few days after the caning, my son came home to tell me, the kindergarten has recently taught him how to read and write. Since then, he has kept to himself and stayed in his room to practise his writing, which I am sure, would make my wife proud, if she was still around. 'cos he makes me proud too!


Time passes by very quickly, and soon another year has passed. It's winter, and its Christmas time. Everywhere the christmas spirit is in every passer-by... Christmas carols and frantic shoppers.... but alas, my son got into another trouble. When I was about to knock off from the day's work, the post office called. Due to the peak season, the post master was also on an edgy mood. He called to tell me that my son has attempted to post several letters with no addressee. Although I did make a promise never to hit my son again, I couldn't help but to hit him as I feel that this child of mine is really beyond control. Once again, as before, he apologized, ' I'm sorry, Dad' and no additional reason to explain. I pushed him towards a corner, went to the post office to collect the letters with no addressee and came home, and angrily questioned my son on his prank, during this time of the year.

His answer, amidst his sobbing, was :  The letters were for Mummy.


My eyes grew teary, but I tried to control my emotions and continued to ask him: " But why did u post so many letters, at one time?" My son's reply was: " I have been writing to mummy for a long time, but each time I reach out for the post box, it was too high for me, hence I was not able to post the letters. But recently, when I went back to the postbox, I could reach it and I sent it all at once..."


After hearing this, I was lost. Lost at not knowing what to do, what to say....

I told my son, " Son, mummy is in the heavenly kingdom, so in future, if you have anything to tell her, just burn the letter and it will reach mummy. My son, on hearing this, was much pacified and calm, and soon after, he was sleeping soundly. On promising that I will burn the letters on his behalf, I brought the letters outside, but couldnt help opening the letter before they turn to ash.


And one of the letters broke my heart....

Dear Mummy,

I miss you so much! Today, there was a  'Talent Show' in school, and the school invited all mothers for the show. But you are not around, so I did not want to participate as well.. I did not tell Dad about it as I was afraid that Dad would start to cry and miss you all over again. Dad went around looking for me, but in order to hide my sadness, I sat in front of the computer and started playing games at one of the shops. Dad was furious, and he couldnt help it but scolded and hit me, but I did not tell him the real reason. Mummy, everyday I see Dad missing you and whenever he think of you, he is so sad and often hide and cry in his room.  I think we both miss you very very much. Too much for our own good I think. But Mummy, I am starting to forget your face. Can you please appear in my dreams so that I can see your face and remember you? I heard that if you fall asleep with the photograph of the person whom you miss, you will see the person in your dreams. But mummy, why havent you appear?


After reading the letter, I cant stop sobbing. 'cos I can never replace the irreplaceable gap left behind by my wife....




For the females with children:

Don't do so much overtime. If you cannot finish the work, it must be some kind of problems within the company, and it is not your sole problem. Feedback to your boss. Endless overtime may not necessary be the answer to the problem. Take care of your health so that you can treasure and take care of your little precious.


For the married men:

Drink less, smoke less, cos nothing can replace your good health, not even business nor clients.

Try thinking this way, are you able to work till your clients are totally dependent on you? or your boss is totally dependent on you? In this society, no one is indispensable. 

Take care of your health, so that you can take care of your little precious and your loved ones.


For those singles out there:

Beauty lies in loving yourself first. 

With confidence and loving yourself, you will see the beauty in other things around you. You will be able to work better and happier. Don't let your health be affected by your work or your boss, so nothing matters more than your well being.

My own version of Streets Of Heaven..

Heaven Is So Real Book!!

I recently & half way reading this book called Heaven Is So Real..It is awesome! This book was given to me by a friend in the year of 2005..haven't even touch it till last week..( i know..my bad ) For those of you who read this please do share with us your greatest testimonies ..we would love to hear from you..tell us how u feel about this remarkable story...

Choo Thomas tells a remarkable story of her encounters with Jesus Christ, where she visited heaven many times and saw hell twice.

Her book, "Heaven is so Real" is more than just a book - it is Christ's loving message to a generation that has largely forgotten, misunderstood or is indifferent about Him.

This book will touch your heart and soul and will challenge you to live a life of obedience and purity like you have never done before.

About Choo Thomas

Choo Thomas is a simple, down-to-earth Korean American. She is married and has two children and four grandchildren.

In 1992, she accepted Jesus as her Lord and Savior and since then, has strived to please the Lord with all her heart. Two years later, she saw Jesus' visible presence at a Neighborhood Assembly of God in Tacoma, Washington and in 1995, she began having physical manifestations from the Holy Spirit.

In 1996, the Lord Jesus escorted Choo into heaven and told her to record what she has seen and heard, bringing forth the book, "Heaven is so Real".

This book was published in October, 2003.

A Message From Choo Thomas Regarding "Heaven is so Real"

Greetings to you in the name of our Lord Jesus,

Heaven is so Real is our Lord Jesus’ end time book. He only used my body to write this book. He wants all believers and unbelievers to read it and prepare for His coming. He said, He is letting people know what it takes to enter His Kingdom, through this book.

Remember, none of our salvations are secure until the end. We work out our salvation with fear and trembling (Philippians 2:12). The Lord himself took me to heaven 17 different times, in my transformed spirit body, at an age of about 15 to 16 years old and showed me countless things in heaven that He has prepared for His people, and showed me hell twice. He also showed me things during the time of the tribulation, after He took His people to heaven. After the end of all these visions, He showed me the rapture. The preface clearly explains how the Lord took me to heaven. When you read this book you will see how the Lord took care of this book from the beginning to end of publishing.

This book is a great tool for the salvation of souls. Those who read this book and convicted by it, are sharing it with others. Some get dozens, hundreds, and thousands to give away.The book is our Lord Jesus’ end time book and He wants all Christians to read it and witness with it to others so they can prepare for His coming. It is changing thousands of lives. This book is for two kinds of people, those who want to go to heaven and those who love the world. So, not everyone will be interested in His book. The devil hates this book.

Currently over 60 countries are translating and re-printing this book and most of the translations are being done by pastors who were transformed by the book after reading it. Dr. David Yonggi Cho translated the book after reading it three times and it was the #1 bestseller in Korea. All these things are happening because it is our Lord’s book. It is truly an end time book. The book is an International best seller and is on the charismatic best seller list in the US.

Sept. 2007 I wanted to give all the readers an update on “Heaven is so Real”

It has been almost four years since it was published. I would like to let all the readers of the book know what our awesome God is doing for His people. Praise the Lord!!

He has moved some reader’s hearts to make donations toward His book. He brought in close to $300,000 in offerings and the money has been donated to overseas pastors who translated the book but don’t have enough funds to print the book and give it away. With this money they are able to print the book and give them away. Over 100,000 books have been printed in China and Muslim countries. Pakistan has printed 50,000 books. India, Africa, and many other countries in Europe have printed and given the book away freely to prisoners and some poor countries. All these awesome things are happening because it is His book. Hallelujah!!

Some readers are curious how much money we make from the sales of the book and what we do with it. The royalties that are received from Creation House are spending on our ministry. We are donating money to many poor countries for the books and sending out DVDs/CDs all over the world for about three years now. We are sending out at least 30 packages weekly. We decided never to spend any money from the royalties or offerings for ourselves.

Whoever judges “Heaven is so Real” and other prophetic books should read Matthew 7:1-6, repent and stay ready for the rapture before it's too late. Christians should never judge other Christian's work of God. Remember any kind of message from God that doesn’t bear fruit is not from God. “Heaven is so Real” is bearing more fruit than most prophetic books around the world. The Lord has been saying that because of this book, at least 1,000,000 people will see His face. I am praying for those who will be left behind after the rapture, to read this book, so they can be saved also.

Please go to: www.choothomas.com. This site has some awesome testimonies in English and Korean and also links to some CD samples of the book. My video is on the internet. The link to the video is on my homepage. The DVD is about forty minutes. Please witness with it. Praise the Lord!!!

The Lord Jesus loves us all.
Choo Thomas

Take this case to the Lord in prayer..Let's us pray together....

Rebel outlines ‘invasion’ plan

By PHILIP GOLINGAI

(Hostile sweep: Bendera’s vigilantes, armed with sharpened bamboo sticks, blocking a road to search for Malaysians in Jakarta on Sept 8. – AFP)

Maintaining that it has valid reasons to ganyang Malaysia, Bendera’s leader reveals details of its planned invasion on Oct 8. Should we be worried?
JAKARTA’s forestry department was the most unlikely place to meet an Indonesian man who was six days away from waging a war against Malaysia.
But that was where my Indonesian journalist friend Samiaji Bintang brought me for a face-to-face interview with Adian Napitupulu, a 38-year-old Batak man spearheading a vigilante group that has vowed to ganyang (crush) Malaysia.
As we headed for our lunchtime appointment with Adian, the leader of Bendera (Benteng Demokrasi Rakyat or People’s Democratic Defence), I asked Samiaji how far the meeting place was from where Adian’s vigilante group conducted their “sweeping” of Malaysians.
“It is about 10km to 15km away,” said the 32-year-old journalist.
Far enough, I thought.
On Sept 8, a dozen Bendera vigilantes clad in red and white (the colour of the Indonesian flag) and armed with sharpened bamboo sticks set up roadblocks at Menteng in central Jakarta and checked ID card of passers-by to screen for Malaysians.
They failed to net any Malaysian.
On Friday afternoon, when most Indonesians were focused on the double earth quakes that devastated Sumatra, Samiaji and I entered one of the government buildings in the forestry department to locate Adian, who was in Regina Putera Cafe.
I did not know what to expect – a man carrying a sharpened bamboo stick, perhaps?
Outside the café at a Starbucks-like table sat three Indonesian men. I gave my business card to all of them, not knowing who was who. Adian turned out to be a skinny dark-skinned man wearing a white shirt and jeans.
“When was Bendera founded and what is its purpose?” were my first two questions as I wanted to gauge the hostility of the leader of the group that plans to invade Malaysia on Oct 8.
Speaking in Bahasa Indonesia, Adian, a member of PDI-P (Megawati Sukarnoputri’s Indonesian Democratic Party of Struggle), said he founded Bendera two and a half months ago during the Indonesian presidential election as he found that political parties did not fight for the people’s rights.
“What has your fight for the people’s right got to do with Bendera’s ‘sweeping’ of Malaysians on Oct 8?” I asked.
“We were ‘sweeping’ Malaysians because (the Malaysian government) is ‘sweeping’ Indonesians in Malaysia,” said the man who was not involved in the Menteng ‘sweeping’ as he had other nationalistic duties on that day.
“We only managed to ‘sweep’ for 30 minutes because the police stopped us,” he added.
“What would you have done if you had managed to find a Malaysian that day?” I asked.
“Suruh pulang (tell them to go home),” he said as he smoked Djarum Super, a kretek (clove-flavoured) cigarette.
“Why did your men carry sharpened bamboo sticks?” I asked.
“It is the symbol of Indonesia’s independence struggle (from their Dutch coloniser),” he said.
When I asked if he had planned to use the bamboo stick on any Malaysian citizen that day, he replied: “We would only use it in Malaysia.”
He was referring to Bendera’s announcement – which was widely reported in the Indonesian and Malaysian media – that Oct 8 is their D-day to avenge all the wrongs committed by Malaysia against Indonesia.
Adian then gave me Bendera’s four-page war declaration with the bold headline “GANYANG MALAYSIA!”
The declaration stated that the Rentcong Aceh, panah Papua, Pedang Pattimura, mandau Kalimantan, keris Jawa, kujang Sunda, golok Betawi, badik Palembang and pedang Sisingamagaraja (Indonesian traditional weapons) had “bloodily” vowed to crush Malaysia’s arrogance.
It also listed several reportedly recalcitrant actions by Malaysians that have exhausted the patience of the people of Indonesia. The list included claiming Indonesian islands (Sipadan, Ligitan and Jemur); stealing Indonesian cultural heritage (food like rendang, songs like Rasa Sayang Sayange, Injit Injit Semut, Burung Kakak Tua, and Anak Kambing Saya, and the Pendet dance); and abusing Indonesian workers (it named 34 people including Nirmala Bonat who was abused with a hot iron, hot water and a metal cup by her employer in 2004).
“How’s your plan to attack Malaysia?” I asked.
Six weeks ago, according to Adian, 10 Bendera spies slipped into Malaysia to build a network among Indonesian workers. He claimed these Indonesian James Bonds managed to convince 1.45 million Indonesians – maids, construction and plantation workers – to burn their workplace when Bendera launches its confrontation on Malaysia.
When I pointed out that it would cost Bendera about RM145,000 just to text message the 1.45 million Indonesian workers (assuming the spies have all their phone numbers and an SMS costs 10 sen), Adian flashed his crooked teeth. “We’ve got our ways to communicate,” he stated.
“On paper, we have already won,” Adian said, again flashing his crooked teeth.
In World War II, according to him, the allies required two months to prepare for their attack on Germany. But Bendera does not need two months as it already has 1.45 million conspirators in Malaysia.
“That is why we have a different view from President SBY (pronounced as ‘ess-bay-yay’, the initials of Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono). SBY said Indonesia cannot attack Malaysia as there are 1.8 million Indonesian workers in Malaysia. But for us the 1.8 million people are our strength to attack Malaysia.”
And then Adian started attacking Malaysia by showing the photographs (in the four-page declaration) of Indonesian maids being abused here.
“Look at this,” he said, pointing at the photograph of Nirmala.
“If Malaysia says that Malaysians and Indonesians are satu rumpun (the same stock), then why do they abuse their own rumpun?”
Pointing at a photograph of a man being caned, he asked angrily: “Why does your police, soldier and what do you call… Rela… abuse Indonesians?
“Do you know that once in three days an Indonesian is abused in Malaysia?”
On Oct 8, Adian claimed, about 300 Indonesians – trained in ilmu kebal (black magic) which makes them invincible to sharp objects and bullets – would invade Malaysia by attacking Malaysian towns in the island of Borneo (where Indonesia’s Kalimantan and Malaysia’s Sabah and Sarawak are located).
“From Pontianak (in Kalimantan) we will cross to Kuching (in Sarawak) and capture it. And then we will go to the next town. And from Nunukan (in Kalimantan) we will cross to the next town,” he said.
“What is that town?” I asked Adian, Bendera’s war strategist.
“I don’t know the name. But it is the town that we are going to capture,” he declared.
(Just for the record, the closest Malaysian town to Nunukan is Tawau in Sabah.)
In six to eight months, he confidentally predicted, Bendera would conquer Kuala Lumpur.
“Why don’t you just go straight for the jugular and attack Kuala Lumpur?” I asked.
“Uncle Mao’s military tactic was to first capture villages and then the city. We will capture your villages, your towns and eventually your capital,” he explained.
“What is your image of Malaysians?” I asked Adian who has never visited Malaysia.
“Jahat (evil),” he said.
“All 26 million Malaysians?” I asked.
“If 26 million Malaysians keep silent about other Malaysians abusing Indonesians, then they are all jahat,” he explained.
“How do you feel now that you are face to face with a Malaysian?” I asked.
“Mukanya baik. Mukanya lucu. Mukanya tak ada niat jahat (Your face looks nice. Your face looks humorous. Your face doesn’t show any evil intention),” he said, smiling while the handful of Indonesians who were intensely listening in to the interview burst out laughing.
“Are you Malaysian?” asked Poltak Sitanggang, 42, who owns a news website and had just finished interviewing Adian.
“Yes,” I said.
“Why don’t we ‘sweep’ him?” Poltak suggested to Adian.
“No, he is a funny guy,” Adian said.
I continued to smile.
And Adian continued his verbal tirade against on Malaysia.
“Malaysia has exported two terrorists (Noordin Mat Top and Dr Azahari Husin) to Indonesia. And yet the international community think that Indonesia is full of terrorists,” he said.
“Is it correct to say that the Indonesian government has not arrested you because it thinks your invasion plan is just omong omong kosong (empty talk)?” I ventured.
His face turning angry, he said the police had occupied Bendera’s headquarters (which was formerly used by Megawati’s PDI-P as their base).
He said he had received intimidating phone calls from people who have the power to intimidate. Others called to warn that attacking Malaysia was suicidal.
But he just switched off his phone when he received such calls, he said.
When told that an Indonesian Embassy official in Kuala Lumpur had said Bendera’s plan to invade Malaysia was “too ludicrous to respond to officially”, Adian said that was what the embassy thought.
“But they don’t know as it is not the Indonesian government which will invade Malaysia but Bendera.”
“So what are the chances of your group succeeding in its invasion plan?” I asked.
“In 1998, Suharto (the former Indonesian president) did not believe the students could make him step down. But it happened,” said Adian, one of the student leaders who had organised mass street protests against Suharto.
Poltak, a Batak, said he interviewed Adian because he was curious about the nationalistic views of the former student activist who had made a name for himself during the fall of Suharto.

“I’m not gila (crazy),” said Adian. “We have good reasons to attack Malaysia. Only crazy people attack (another country) without any reason.”

(Adian: ‘If 26 million Malaysians keep silent about other Malaysians abusing Indonesians, then they are all jahat’)

Does Your House Smell Like A Doghouse?

Ahhh...that infamous doggy odor! A smell most of us know all too well. And the smell just seems to spread all throughout the house, doesn't it? You approach your home, open the front door, a wind blows and...POW! You've officially entered The Doghouse; fully equipped with doggy odor!

I know it's tough. So anytime we come across simple tips to help keep doggy odor to a minimum we just have to share it with you.

Here are few tips to help keep your home from becoming "The Doghouse":

1. Open the window! Circulate fresh air from the outside to diminish strong doggy odors.

2. Keep the rugs clean. Vacuuming alone won't do; it doesn't get all of the smelly dog hair and bacteria deep down in your rug, so it's best to wash them once a week. If you can't pull up your rug, spray it with an odor removal solution. It is also helpful to have your carpets professionally cleaned every year to help eliminate those deep rooted stains and odors.

3. Keep your dog's bedding clean. It holds tons of hairs and bacteria that can cause odor.

4. Keep your dog clean. I know this is a no brainer, but dirty dogs not only smell bad, they spread bacteria throughout your house.

5. Keep your vents clean. Try using a handheld vacuum cleaner or vacuum attachment. We cannot see them, but lots of hairs get trapped inside our vents.

6. Use air freshener, particularly those that really attack odor molecules.

7. Mop the floor. It may not look like it, but even hardwood collects dirt, hairs and bacteria. Be sure to get corners, because this is usually where lots of hair hides and builds up.

8. Keep your house fresh with Zero Odor. Zero Odor is a top-notch pet odor removal system that attacks odor molecules rather than masking them...and we all know that doggy odor is way too strong of an odor to mask! The great thing about Zero Odor is that it's safe on all surface: rugs, bedding, furniture, hardwood floors...it's even safe when sprayed through the air as a freshener. It can help keep your house fresh in so many ways. No more Doghouse! Check it out: http://www.petproductadvisor.com/store/mc/zero-odor-dog.aspx


I hope these tips help your house smelling fresh and clean!

Until next time,

In the arms of an angel..(Abused case)

About me:
This is my story, life as a victim. I was born February 14, 2002, Valentine’s day and I was premature. I was curious about the outside world and had no idea what it had in store for me. Where do I start to begin my story? In my brief five months here on earth, it was filled with so much pain. I have been told by angels that childhood is suppose to be full of joy. I did not know any of this. Not once did I have a friendly face to reach out to or a hand to hold onto. Instead, no one answered my cries. Not crying from being hungry or tired but crying from my ribs being broken. I was beaten and bitten by the only family I knew. One night my parents were drinking beer again with my uncle. My mother passes out and leaves me with my dad and his brother. They continue to drink while playing games by throwing me into the air, and not always catching me. Where is my mother? Where is anyone to help me? What more do I have to endure? Then my uncle rapes me, I am only five months old. My injuries are severe and my anus is torn. I lay here crying while my dad and his brother fall asleep. The following day, they awake and realize that I am not well. They rush me to the hospital but it is too late for me. I have a broken skull and several broken bones. I also have bite marks and internal injures from being raped by my uncle. My injuries are documented by my autopsy photos. This is the only picture available of me because during my brief life my family never took a single picture of me. I am not sad now and I am smiling down from above, smiling at mommy, the only mom I have come to know. Susana Martinez, District Attorney that worked so hard to pass my bill, Brianna’s Bill. What happened to me should happen to no child. Remember me always, Love, Fly high baby girl,even though we do not know you hold a special place in so many hearts.

 

The short life and brutal death of Baby Brianna

The short life and brutal death of Baby Brianna

• Reporter: Kim Vallez
• Web Producer: Bill Diven

Correction appended
LAS CRUCES, N.M. (KRQE) - Brianna Lopez would be 6 years old now had her death at 6 months not revealed perhaps the most brutal child-abuse case in state history and prompted a major change in New Mexico law.
But as the July 19 anniversary of her death nears, some say the changes have not gone far enough.
The story of Baby Brianna is a hard one, but it is the ugly reality of child abuse.  Violent family members caused her death while others hid what they knew was going on.
"They raped her; they beat her," said District Attorney Susana Martinez who prosecuted the case. "She had bite marks on her face, cheek, head, arms, legs, chest, torso, everywhere.
"Literally bruised from head to toe, from the top of her head all throughout her body all the way to the big toe on her right foot."
She was beaten and raped by her own family.
"Massive bruising on the head, and then her little fingers were lacerated, toes," said Detective Lindell Wright who was the first officer on the scene.
Brianna died on July 19, 2002. When Wright saw her body at a hospital, he remembers one thought going through his mind: "I've got a lot to do."
Later, when he had time to look back, "I cried my eyes out. It will stay with me for the rest of my life."
Investigators said Brianna's mother and father,Stephanie Lopez and& Andy Walters,and her uncle Steven Lopez were responsible.
The night before, Steven and Andy threw Brianna to the ceiling, then let her slam to the ground. And they had raped her time and time again.
Brianna's mother had bitten her child. The source of the other bruises remains a mystery.
"Bite marks throughout her body; there were old and new," Wright said. "She had skull fractures that were old and new.
"She had bleeding on the brain both old and new which means she had been abused physically her entire life."
And while all the abuse was going on another uncle and a grandmother knew but never reported it or tried to stop it.
Martinez won convictions and maximum sentences for the three abusers.
"It tests you to the point you're not sure you can speak," Martinez said."You're afraid that the emotion will take over."
For some Martinez's successful prosecution only highlighted shortcomings in the law.
When Baby Brianna was killed a person who committed intentional child abuse resulting in death faced a maximum of 18 years in prison. Her case brought on a major change.
"Eighteen years for the life of a child?" State Sen. Mary Jane Garcia Ana said. "I thought it was absurd."
It took Garcia three years of trying, but she changed the law to make the crime punishable by a life sentence.
"If the judges continue to sentence to the maximum under the new law, the law is sufficient," Martinez said. "But if a judge doesn't sentence them to the maximum to try to give some sort of deterrent effect to the rest of the community we've lost."
Both Martinez and Garcia said more needs to be done to punish people like Brianna's grandmother and uncle who fail to report abuse.
"Those two individuals knew she was being abused," Martinez said. "She was full of bruises that were old: green, brown, yellow-colored.
"Had they reported it early, had they and insisted on that child not being abused maybe we would have never had her death take place."
For failing to report the abuse the three were sentenced to 30 days in jail. The maximum is one year.
"I think perhaps we ought to try to make it five years at least," Garcia said. "I would go for something like that, and I would certainly try it."
However Wright said it's not just the law that needs to change.
"I think a lot of proactive still needs to happen as far as young parents need to have proper education, proper support systems," Wright said. "I feel a lot of young parents are struggling by themselves.
"They don't have anywhere to turn, and it is the chemistry of child abuse."
Brianna's story still brings much pain to the people in Doña Ana County who came together after her death, paid for her casket and burial and claimed her body when no one else would.
"The community felt that Baby Brianna could be their child, their granddaughter, their daughter, their niece," Las Cruces resident Edgar Lopez said.
Baby Brianna is now locked up in a cage built around her grave by her family to keep the community who loved her so much out. It is a mess, unkept and full of trash.
"They were asked, and they said they just wanted to be left alone and they wanted Brianna to be left alone," Martinez said.
Inside is a cherub with a finger raised to her lips. Some believe it's a message.
"My first thought was, 'Let's not talk about what's occurred here,'" Lopez said.
Yet the community vows to not let that happen. People still leave flowers here and have built another marker.
The people of this community will never forget Brianna and neither will the detectives, social workers and prosecutors who worked on her case.
Wright said they never found pictures of Brianna in her..

 (Baby Brianna's mother)

Case 2

The story of Baby Kelsey..

Kelsey was born on December 28, 2002 in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma to divorced parents. She lived with her mother, and maintained contact with her paternal family. The first two years of her life were uneventful. Before January 2005, no signs of abuse were reported to authorities, nor noticed by family members nor Kelsey's day care staff.

From January 2005 to the end of her life, Kelsey had suffered several documented and confirmed incidences of child abuse. Her injuries included a broken collarbone, broken legs, and multiple bruises and abrasions on her face and body.
On January 17, 2005, the Oklahoma Department of Human Services (OKDHS) first confirmed abuse against Kelsey's mother after Kelsey was taken to a local emergency room with a broken collarbone, multiple bruises and abrasions to Kelsey's lower back, buttocks, and thighs.
In April 2005, both of Kelsey's legs were broken. Medical examiners determined these were spiral fractures in different stages of healing and were caused by child abuse. After this incident, Kelsey was taken into OKDHS (State's) custody.
On June 15, 2005, Kelsey was placed into the home of biological mother Raye Dawn Smith and stepfather Michael Lee Porter by Associate District Judge Craig Key, against an OKDHS recommendation. The judge stated that the abuser was "unknown"
Kelsey Shelton Smith-Briggs died on October 11, 2005 at the home of her mother, Raye Dawn Smith, and her stepfather, Michael Lee Porter in Meeker, Oklahoma. Her death was ruled a homicide from blunt force trauma to the abdomen

From the moment I knew about these babies..they have been in my mind since then..May God keep them ..They are too precious for a human being to keep..they belong to JESUS and I am glad Jesus took them with Him..

 These flowers are for u lil'  Princesss...:)

I sang this song for you..and dedicated to u..;)