Cold.
Thats what they think of me.
I admit I was.
I was cold.
I was uncaring.
Distant.
Even to those who stayed by my side.
Then I admit you.
You helped me.
When I was weak.
When I saw you dead.
It hurt, yet when I brought you back all was alright again.
I'm still distant but know this, I am no longer cold.
Its all thanks to you.
My daughter.