I love my daughter. She is just the right person who can help me live. Everything about her is perfect. Her silky, long, flowing blond hair, her beautiful blue eyes, her light skin. She is the greatest child I have ever had, and ever will have. She has the personality of an angel. I hope that she never grows up. Out of all her countless siblings, she is my favorite. "Why are you turning away from me?" I asked her casually, tilting my head. No answer. My frown quickly sunk even farther, but then I smiled again. "How about of game of tag, my deary?" Still no answer.