Sanjida Kay

I can__ believe I ever thought reading to her was a chore. I__ sit here some nights, fidgeting, thinking of all the things I needed to do, my voice hoarse, reluctant to read, __ust one more chapter,_ wishing I could escape to my glass of wine. What did I have to do that was so important? What could be more important than reading my daughter a bedtime story?

They stole you from me. They took you away for seven years. Your entire lifetime. A life sentence. The waiting has been endless. The watching. The planning. Now, finally, I__ almost ready. I__e got a few things to take care of and then we can be reunited.