You would have been three today. You would have had fiercely dark hair and brazen brown eyes. I like to think you would have had my smile and my laugh, too. Your spirit would be free and your soul, transparent. But I took life from the Giver of life.
When I finally meet you, there are two things I ask of you--Will you tell me what you would have been like, and will you forgive me?
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