When I held you in my arms for the first time, my eyes were filled with tears. When you took your first step, I marvelled at your little feet. When you spoke your first words, all I heard was happiness. When I took you to school on the first day, I felt the pangs of seperation for the first time. When you topped your class in college, I beamed with pride. When you bought me a gift with your first pay-check, I treasured it in my heart. When I gave you away in marriage, I was elated that you were ready to create your own nest although I felt you would be seperated from me for long. Today when I hold you in my lap for the last time, my eyes are filled with tears. Forgive me, my child for pushing you into death's hand. Forgive me, my child for the emotional scars. Forgive me, my child for all those injuries and wounds. Forgive me, my child for letting you into an abusive marriage.