Brave Child

Your hand was so small in mine. I held tight and leaned so as not to lift you off your toes. At 3 you were only Wee with big brown eyes. 

My bright little star. 

I hated when I placed you on my shoulder and felt your hot tears. You were afraid. So often at bedtime this happened. I would never mind. It was more worrisome. I knelt beside your bed. My head on the side. You are tucked in but chatter away with questions. 

Often I fall asleep before you. 

So much is wrong and so much I don't know. Here for a bit each night. You gone to your fathers on weekends. 

Your not mine in blood. But in my heart you are Wee one. 

Forever you deserve the moons and the stars and beyond. My brave girl. I'll always be there for you. 

Love
Papa Don

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