I know we don't necessarily share the same blood. But it does not nor has it ever mattered. Because you are my child, my daughter, and I love you. Not a day goes by that I don't think of you, pray for you, long to be with you. To show you our world, to worship the Father together, and to bask in His presence. To be together as a family, so you can see your younger sister grow up. That you may share with us in our joy. To watch you grow and make friends, and become the woman that God wants you to be. To see your smile and hear your laughter. To cook with you just like we did. And selfishly, so that this pain may go away.
And I know you struggle too. To understand why God has allowed this. To push aside the hurt of a family separated, but i implore you to do so. Such a young woman, forced to be in the position you have been and are right now. You've done so well, and I'm very proud of you. And while I can't always explain why these things happen, I want you to know that I ache for you, that I long to be with you and my heart beats for you.
Your mother and I haven't forgotten you - rather with each passing hour and each long minute we wait for you, and pray for you. Hoping the day comes soon when we can be together.
