serena dozyn2 She is my daughter, but not really. I love her with every fiber of my being, but I can never mean anything to her. She knows me instinctively, but not who I am. Growing every day, living, learning, experiencing life we all know. How am I going to explain everything what has been? She was my light, she is my daughter. Not by blood but by life. I love her and yet she is not mine. 080112 what's it to you? who go blather from