Tonight you were talking on the phone to Daddy and you started sobbing.
You yelled, "I'm never going to see you again! Don't you know I can't ever see you?"
You threw down the phone, slamming the door as you ran from my bedroom.
You are angry and heartbroken.
I reached for the phone, a huge lump forming in my throat, tears rolling down my face.
I tried to talk to Daddy but I was sobbing too. I could feel my heart shattering into a million tiny pieces.
It's not fair that you have only lived with Daddy for two of the past twelve months. It's not fair that I can't pick you up, hug you tight and make all the hurt go away.