Alec.
Regret. Regret. Regret.
That’s the one f*****g emotion that no one ever wants to feel. One of the emotions that has the ability to gut you and leave you hating yourself for the s**t you did.
I look at my daughter, and my heart hurts. I almost killed her. I hurt her mother. I lost three years with her. She doesn’t know who the hell I am or just how important she already is to me.
To her, I am no one but a stranger. Someone staying in their pack. Someone who doesn’t have an impact on her life. I am a nobody to her. I doubt I even exist in her little world.
In the last couple of weeks, since I learned she’s mine, I’ve watched her. I watched her play. I watched her laugh. I watched her smile. I watched her cry.
I’ve been studying her. Learning about her. Her likes and dislikes. Wha
