I watch her from a distance and my heart is tender.
I see through the glistening of my own tears the innocence of who she is.
I quiet the thoughts in my head of days long gone.
I stop my mind from traveling down the road of what if.
I feel the hollow in my belly when I think ahead.
I know the challenges that lie before her.
I hope with all the hope in my heart that she can be happy.
My heart breaks for the loss.
She is my girl.
She is an adult with a developmental disability.