It should be DD's 12th birthday on Sunday then on dec 13th it is the 12th anniversary of her death and I'm so fucked off about it today I could scream.
I hate that she should be enjoying her 1st year of secondary school and making new friends I hate that I should be stressing about the added expense of a birthday just before xmas ....yet instead I'm sat here second guessing and looking online at things I wish I could buy her.
It is not fucking fair that such a beautiful little girl had to die because of a shitty virus I hate that she never got to see xmas I hate that she never had a first birthday never mind a 12th I hate that I only saw her smile once I hate thinking about how scared she must have been when she felt so ill and I hate I couldn't stop it I hate I couldn't make her better.
I hate it all ...I want my baby back.