On my knees, in front of my imaginary Blessed Virgin Mary, who look beautifically down on me. Thoughts are flying free, i need sumthing in order to defragment the things i need to say to Her, how i was feeling decidedly uncomfortable, K is sick and need her rest for couple days, at least.. And i cannot see her today, don wanna ruin her bedrest... See if i get the chance to see her next week to see if she's okey, ... Well, regardless whose daughter she is, i juz feel I'm responsible for her life, sumtimes i wish they juz let me see her, Gosh, she's juz a small gal.. i don wan to blame M for wat she had done, for she had gone so fast, leaving K in uncertainty of who her father is... The question i myself cannot answer...
God, give me the courage to do wat i do best for K, and i know U, Holy Mary always listens, to all my prayers, to all my hesitation,
And I'm ready now, to do anything so that her life worth-living... Amen...