Mommy, I miss Daddy.
So do I, Maxter, so do I. But, thank you for sleeping with me every night and protecting me.
This son of mine takes my hand and says -
I'll hold 'ou hand, Mommy. I'll never ever let go.
I don't know where she is or who she is.
I don't know if she'll catch a bus for school tomorrow or wet her bed tonight or run to her parents from a scary dream.
I don't know if she likes blue popsicles or purple, or if she likes the crust cut off her sandwich or not.
But I am sure of one thing -