My sweet girl

It is painful to remember her. My sweet love. Her flowing honey gold locks, her button nose that scrunched up every time I somehow got on her bad side..and those eyes. Those eyes that could contain such fury, yet such compassion in the next moment. Those inky black eyes that always reminded me of a starless night sky. But..one day, those lively eyes went blank. Almost like..a dolls. But I would be a fool to say it was an accident, of course it was not! But, I had to do what was best for our beautiful child out of wedlock. We decided to name her Opal..since that was my birthstone and a clever old name that I have appreciated for some time now. For some years, everything was going alright. Elaine, my wife, took great care of Opal. Yet..she did not take good care of herself. She was the equivalent of what one would call a "sleaze ball". She slept around with random men, and one night, she learned she was pregnant from one of her many affairs. This pushed me over the edge and I..got rid of her. Opal was seven at the time, sleeping in her room a few doors down. I regret what I had done everyday yet..it seems that Opal regrets it more than I do. It's her fault that she gets hurt everyday. She should have never disobeyed me!