Sometimes I look back, thinking of you. Sometimes I wonder if you would have had my eyes. His nose. If you would have looked at me with wide blue eye and placed your little hands on my chest. How I would have loved those hands, so delicate and soft. Would you have giggled at my voice, cried during a rainstorm? I would have loved you so much.
You would have been so beautiful, my little angel. So good, so kind. So full of forgiveness. I know there is no excuse, no way to forgive. I was young, afraid. Alone. So, so alone. Even now, know one knows. Not even your father.
Happy birthday, angel. It would have been your first.
You would have been so beautiful, my little angel. So good, so kind. So full of forgiveness. I know there is no excuse, no way to forgive. I was young, afraid. Alone. So, so alone. Even now, know one knows. Not even your father.
Happy birthday, angel. It would have been your first.
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