Protected, Innocent and safe.

That was my job as her mother.

From the moment I decided to carry her to full term.

She was safe, when she was just a little girl.

But little girls grow up to be strong independent women.

She got that from me.

Wanting to be her own person, stand out from the rest.

She did what she wanted, and nothing or no one could get in her way.

It was suppose to be better for her.

My mistakes would not turn into hers.

I was suppose to protect her from the pain in this world.

Keep her safely locked in my arms.

I wish I could have hidden her away, but what good would that have done?

She had her own scars, and wore them proudly.

I should have known, just like her mother she was.

I wish I could take back everything she had to go through.

No mother should out live their child.

But then with the source blood running through my veins, it would have always come down to this.

Burying her was the hardest thing I had to do in my long life.

Protected, Innocent and Safe.

She should have been.

But I failed her.