Left at the age of one by you. You acknowledge this as true. Cry and tell the world it was the best for her. Did you cry at the sound of the murmur? A tiny heart living. A younger version of you… DNA and all. She’ll be quite tall. Exactly like her father. You express a great deal of pain. Don’t even bother.

Eighteen years and she will feel a strong desire to meet you. Oh my! You will too! Great moments you will both share. Leave her again? You wouldn’t dare. But you did. You left her. Cold heart. Hands cold too.
Screw you.