Originally Posted by kkfern

my daughter was different. i heard her name at the moment of her birth and also knew she would never be 21. i new it would be headlines. i also knew we had been together on the other side. she insisted she was the mother and i the daughter. i had to play along with it. she was killed when she was 18. it made the front page. she always spoke of a mint green dress for the prom. that was the picture on the front page.

there is more to this story then you can image. more reasons she came and more reasons she had to leave. it is part of the book i am writing.

kk