Writes a daughter on a small note in her beginner's handwriting lines veering up then down random letters capitalized because a child sees important things where bigger people fail to look. I do not remember what ailment or sickness she saw in me which called her to pour forth care. A cold. A bruised bone. A headache. I do not remember. I pasted the note in my journal and now some two decades later I come across her words my mind tormented and anguished by choices made though not my own which I remember with each breath. It has been twenty years for me to begin to feel better soon.