My Baby Girl

A Story by Frankie Nguyen

My baby girl. My little Zoey. She lived in me for nine months. She lived with us for two years. A parent should never have to out live their children. They should never bury their children. One moment my little Zoey was playing in the yard. The next she was gone. My little girl was taken from me in a heartbeat. Texting took my baby. Someone's conversation took my baby's life. Her father and I will never see her shining brown eyes or her brown curls blowing in the wind. We'll will never see her smile or be able to hug her again. We'll never be their for her prom, her first love, or her graduation. She'll never get married or have kids of her own. We think about our little girl everyday. We miss her everyday. We sit in Zoey's room and look at her pictures and the hurt pours out of us in the form of tears. Our little girl didn't deserve to die. She was two. She didn't have a care in the world. She just loved to run around and play in the yard. Someone's conversation was more important than watching the road. Their conversation was more important than watching out for that curb. One minute Zoey is playing in the front yard then next a car jumps the curb and takes her life in an instant. One persons conversation took my baby. What's more important a life or a text. A text can wait. You have all the time in the world to text back. We only have one life. My babies life was taken.