It doesn''t seem so long ago that her mother placed her in my arms. Back then, I held her close to me, to keep her safe from harm. We chose a name to give her and looked forward to the day, When she would speak her first words; maybe """"Daddy"""" is what she''d say. It was just a minor disappointment that caused my brow to furrow, When she made the sound of """"mama"""", even though she''s Daddy''s little girl. Now I look and see she''s growing up; the years fly by like days, I''d love so much to keep her young and watch the way she plays. She. . .