because she’s never happier than when I’m holding her
because the simplest of affection on my part gives her joy
because she never loses faith in me
because something deep inside tortures me when I do her wrong
because of the way she looks at me when I hold our daughter
because sometimes even in the smallest of things, unnoticed by others she finds such happiness.
This is one of them that I typically neglected for quite some time but in the end, in the final analysis,
I love her upstairs too