Friday, 13 March 2015

Happy Mothers Day


I spent all night next to her hospital bed, holding her hand. Our daughter was born the following morning. From the first moment I held our daughter I knew I was in love. Unconditionally. I promised her I would always be there for her, no matter what happened. Unfortunately my promise was broken by someone else. I couldn't be there for my daughter because she was taken away.

Words cannot describe the pain I feel every second of every day. Apart from a few brief exchanges at Christmas I haven't seen or spoken to my daughter or my son for 5 months. I have no idea where they are, who they live with and how they spend their time. I can't speak to them or tell them that I love them. It's agony.

Happy Mothers Day.


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