Mommy and daddy pray and hope, happy to tell of their little girl. Of her first day in kindergarten, then quickly of her teen years and first crush; eyes gleaming at the thought. Joy thinking of her first dance; to the prom with Lance. He's lucky to have such pretty lass. Such a gentleman, or so they thought, as they picked up their baby from another stop. I cried - ashamed of what I did; "Thought he'd love me, it's what he said". "My parents' baby I am no more..." "I should have died, not the baby I adore". God forgive me, he forced my hand... Threats to tell my mom and dad. May He give me the will to live, perhaps someday I will deserve the love I give. Until then, I'll barely get by, seeing my baby in every child's eyes. ELPH© December 4, 2011