Everytime I see your picture I try to remember just how long ago I was there holding you.
It's weird thinking that just a few weeks ago I was there with you.
Was I really - my heart and mind ask?
Your face is different in my memory as your face fades.
I miss you my sweet girl.
Was I really there?!
Did I really hold you?!
Did you really love me back?!
My sweet girl.
I pray for you everyday.
And every night.
I can't stop thinking about that short little girl, who is
tiny tiny, her little puddgy hands reaching for me.
Her sweet little voice saying my name "Emma"
My darling girl.
I love you.
In just 7 short weeks I will walk back down that dirt path on the edge of one of the most dangerous roads, I will walk and stumble as my excitment can't be contained.
I will smooth my hair and my skirt.
And quickly scribble my name in the volunteer book.
Then I will rush up those outside stairs and franticly turn the handle.
I will run through the doors past all the babies laying in there cribs.
I will run through the eating room searching for you.
Scanning the room for your sweet face.
Our eyes will meet.
My darling girl
Please see my picture and remember me.