I wrote this at camp, which is my first home.
My MP3 is not working and I feel like just...mobbing something.
She calls out "Yumi" in place of Mommy, and "Brugger" instead of Daddy. My envy is replaced with pride—her own parents could not do better.
At night, when she cannot sleep well, she crawls out of her room and carefully descends down the stairs into Mrs. Periwinkle's guest room where either Yumi or you sleep, depending on the time frame. Both of you allow Nevaeh to snuggle close to your beating heart to comfort her, holding back the scolding.
I probably would've scolded, just because of my human need to have control over something again in my life.
I apologize deeply for leaving her in this predicament, and expecting you to take care of her in my absence. It was a wrongful thing to entrust to you at such a tender age, but still, you took it upon you naturally and bravely. I can see, this decision helped you immensely as it never helped me. However I am envious of you, for earning the heart of my daughter when I could do nothing but impurely kiss her forehead. Yes, I wish to be the one that she crawls to in the middle of the night even if I would end up scolding her away. I envy you.
But you must understand.
I am proud of you.