My baby, My reason to fight

I find myself watching her sleep. A 13 year old angel, lying in bed, innocent, peaceful, and beautiful. Her skin so soft and fair, her eyes flicker while she dreams and when she wakes and looks at you, they are so big, such a deep brown. He hair falls down at her waist now and shes growing so fast, getting taller, starting to blossom. Kelly is my little sister but she might as well be mine. She was two and a half when I met her for the first time. Standing there on the porch with her eyes full of fear and wonderment she looked up at me and held her cup up and said "milk." Then she smiled at me and I knew right then that my life was going to change. And it did too, from that day on I had someone that needed me just as much as I needed them. Summers with my dad before she came along were long and tiring. A constant fight for my own survival. But the day Kelly walked into my life it became so much easier to get out of bed in the morning. Because now I had a little girl that depended on me to get up. She is the one and only reason i even somewhat believe in God. Because he sent me an angel that day. He sent me someone worth fighting for. Without Kelly I had no reason to get out of bed. No reason to fight for my own life. She gave me reason to get up and make sure she was safe and by doing that she saved me. Knowing that little girl needed me made me realize that if i didn't fight him didn't try to survive his sick games and protect her, I'd die and who would she have left to protect her. My baby needs me and I need my baby.