Joe's POV:

She's so like her mother. Her blonde wavey hair tied up, into a long ponytail. Her sapphire eyes still glisten in the sunlight.

She was slim, like Gina. Her smile, just made her whole face light up. Her soft voice made me wonder why I'd deserted her. But I could'nt change the past now. But just that day comes back the day I her father told her that her mother was dead. Why did I desert her when she needed me the most?

*Flashback*

"Daddy!" Blair screamed, whilst bounding down the stairs in her school uniform (Blue and White tie, White Shirt, Grey Skirt and Black flat ballett pumps). I picked her up and swung her around and then held my daughter in the most enlightening embrace I could ever imagine.

"Hello Princess" I laughed, before ruffling her long blonde hair.

Gina had been in hospital for a couple of months, everytime I went up there to see her the doctors said she was getting worse day by day.

I walked over to the sofa, I put Blair down on the sofa and then sat down beside her before taking her hands and putting them into my lap.

I sighed, thinking of what to tell her.

"Blair" I muttered, wondering if she heard me

"Yes, Daddy" Blair replied to my muttering

"You see, Mummy isnt comming home. In fact she's not comming back at all" I calmly told my five-year-old daughter

Blair's eyes, started well up, her bottom lip started to wobble. Gina was dead and there was nothing I could do to stop it. She had cancer and if only Blair could understand. My Baby Girl's life is ruined. By ONE little disease!

"So, she gone to heaven with Gran" Blair whimpered

"Yes, sweetie she has" I sighed

Blair realized the truth! She cried for hours, she didnt bother to eat her tea. Infact she didnt eat for days, she only drank water. She cried for Gina over and over again. I tried my best to keep her calm untill the funeral.

That day came, Blair came down the stairs dressed in her small black dress, with the necklass that Gina bought her for her birthday. A blue sapphire sqaure stone sat neatly in a sliver frame that hanged off, a legth of black lase. It sat ever so Comfortably in a V around her neck, a black short cardigan that wrapped around her slim body and black and white ballett pumps.

After a long and tiring day, I handed her to my parents. Because my grief was so bad, I could'nt cope Blair reminded me so much of Gina

I deserted her on 14th Febuary 2003, the day of Blair's birthday

Why did I desert her?