Something I wont Say
I love my daughter.
I was hesitant to hold her when she was born. She looked like all babies expect smaller, more delicate, and just had this glow about her that told me that she would be special. She didn't cry or make much noise. She was a quiet baby- one that I thought would bring strong leadership to our clan. I believed that she would be the one to fix the rift between the two houses. I believed that she would make the clan stronger and wiser. She would bring prosperity.
I believed that dream for a while.
She was weak. She had no heart into fighting but tried her best.
That did not please me.
When my second daughter was born I threw my attention to her. I was extremely irritated considering I did not want a second failure. I ignored my first born. I loved my second daughter more, something that I had tricked myself into believing. I don't see my daughter for dinner anymore. She's here for breakfast and she stays out until the lights are out in the home. I wonder if she's training.
Maybe if I kept with my first born and urged her on she would of become stronger. She would come home for dinner too. She'd smile for me just like when she was still a mere little girl. I don't know how to admit mistakes though.
You're still young- I don't know much about love and you were filled with it, but I don't know if you can be my successor because that was a dream.
I love you though and I'm sorry.
Authors Notes: Mush. Gaah. I must spork my eye out now.