It hurts me to know that I'll never be the one to listen to your painful past. I won't be the one to hold you when you're hurting. It won't be me to wake you up at 4 in the morning because I had a bad dream. I won't get to feel your warm body next to mine when it's thundering outside. I won't get to hear you sing in the kitchen while you bake my favorite dessert. It won't be me that runs to you complaining about how hard school is getting. You won't be the one to come comfort me when I learn how boys can be jerks. I won't get to look out in the crowd during my first game and see you sitting in the stands. I won't get to surprise you on your birthday by making you breakfast in bed. I won't be the one sitting by the front door, waiting for you to get back from your long trip. I won't be the little girl you always tell your friends about. I don't get the chance to sit on your lap and listen to bedtime stories. I won't be the one supporting you as you follow your dreams. I won't be able to grab your hand when the scariest part of the movie startles me. I won't get an attempt to destroy dinner and go with you to pick up Chinese. I'll never have the chance to ride in the car with you on those long road trips. You won't get a chance to yell at me for staying out to late. You won't have the chance to watch me grow into the young lady you wanted to be. I won't get the chance to tell you 'goodbye' as I leave for college. I won't be the one to whisper 'I love you' with tears in my eyes. I won't be the one to come back and visit on holidays. I will never be the one to tell you that daddy burnt the turkey for tomorrow's dinner. I won't be the one to call and say I talked to mommy yesterday and told her I needed to see you both. I won't be the one you spend your last moments with. I don't get to be the one to carry on your name and be the woman you taught me to be.