She misses her Daddy. She likes to draw. She was drawing at the kitchen table and her brother was eating a snack. I was cooking. She asked your name, your last name, and I told her.
"You can write to him and tell him how you feel any time you want." I said.
"Oh, I will. But I wouldn't say anything mean. I would just tell him, it was just an accident." she said.
He was quite, but he shook his head, "yes". Tears filled my eyes. Not because of their pain, but because of their understanding. They are strong.
I will not be sitting in the row behind you tomorrow, because I have better things to do and it's just ANOTHER calendar call. And even though they are never in your sight in the court room, they see through you.
From their tears, make mud, and see.
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