Try as I might, I cannot shake last night's nightmare. The images replay all day. It's one of my biggest fears. I often worry as I keep putting off telling Hamilton that I might pass the point of no return. In the dream, Liberty started kindergarten and I still hadn't introduced the two of them. I kept finding an excuse not to reveal his daughter to him. Today I've imagined my life as a single mother of a middle school and high school daughter. I draw on my own years without a father.
I don't want Liberty to watch her friends with their fathers and yearn for hers. I don't want her to go without. I don't want him to miss the little things in her life. As it is now, he'll miss the first two years. He's missed a lot already—I need to ensure he doesn't miss another year of firsts.
It's her
