She is beautiful.
My light, my stars.
For her, I am weak. For her, I am strong.
In her eyes, I see perfection. Even when she doesn’t see anything at all.
She is my role model, although she is only 10 years old.
I wish that I had her innocence, her imagination.
She keeps me safe.
I have to Live for her to Live, She has to Live for me to Live.
She is the love that no one else can give me.
She is my sister, my friend, my child, my own reflection.
She is my little Caitlin.
And I love her.
More than she could ever understand.
