When I hear my daughter cry for her father. All I can do is stand strong and tell her he will be back. , In my heart I know he will not . The phone calls have stopped and I myself no longer hold the phone in my hands and fall asleep and wake up rushing through the numbers that already exist from last week. or the week before, Her dad left at a time when I lost everything. I look at it like this now, I got evicted. my car got taken away , now my heart broke and trampled on. Lord I ask what next. They say after a storm comes the sun.
