I think about you, in the morning when I wake, when sharing laughs with friends, between the boredom and the cool moments spent with your dad, when I lay my head on my pillow and say a little prayer, I think about you always.

What would you have looked like, big eyes like mine or small Asian-looking ones like his, short and curvy or slim and tall like your daddy? Would you laugh like me, love the same things I do? Would you write like your daddy, walk like him, have the same passion and creativity he has? OH, how I wish I could meet you, even if only just once, hold you, feed you, tell you I love you.

It’s funny cause we named you even before I knew I was pregnant. I guess you just had a really strong presence. We were gonna call you April. I hope you would have liked that name.

I was stupid, I made a selfish decision, and I’m sorry. Trust this though, you will always be in my heart, thoughts of you will always fill my head. I will always carry with me the idea of who and what my little baby would have been.

I Love You

TM