" I gave you a name before we even set eyes on each other. I tended to your every need, not from the goodness of my heart but because you are my heart. I watched you crawl until you learned to walk, I discerned your cries until you began to talk. it was then you called me by my name, my truest name, unspoken by anyone else in the world-"Daddy", for I was only yours. Still I am, though you do not know me anymore. By the time you had learned to walk, our Little world had fallen prey to war. There was never meant to be any victory, only victims in equal share. A balancing of hurts not meant for you, but, love, war is hell. It took two of us to create you and only one to destroy both you and I. You had only just begun to walk. Your hands still small enough to close entirely in mine. I gave you a name before you set eyes upon the world and, now, we sit as strangers on opposing sides of an angry line. For your first few years, each night, I read to you a lovely story as I laid you...