I want to see my daughter, it has been a while, and I feel like I have been missing out on every moment of her life. I want to squeeze her and hold her so tightly when I see her, but I fear she may not recognize me and cry. I imagine the things I have missed on my absence, and I can help but feel debilitated and weak–unable to do anything for an hour or so because I am just crying my heart out. I know I cannot give her what she deserves, but I try my best. If I could drown for her and give my life to her that way, I would; but I just have to stay strong and to work hard everyday until I can give her the things I need.