The day my first born daughters father killed himself, it changed my entire life and world as I once knew it. I was and have not been the same since. The guilt has left a permanent hole in my chest that reminds me everyday of him. When I look at her I see pieces of him……and I see her struggle, our beautiful child that we brought into this world…..To My Daughter… this is not by fault or choice but by genetics….my child , I will always try to hug your broken pieces together so you live freely and happily. She is an old soul in more ways than one, one who worries and stresses about things that shouldn’t bare down on anyone young and growing….