19th DAY IN THE QUEUE

Not 19 days in the queue but the 19th day from the front.

Getting closer - beginning to panic about the lack of nursery.

Always wondering . . .
. . . who my daughter is,
. . . where my daughter is,
. . . is someone holding and loving her,
. . . how old she is,
. . . what she looks like,
. . . how much longer before I find out the answers.

ALWAYS wondering.

How can I love someone I've never met, someone who doesn't even know I exist? I don't know 'how' but I know that I do.