Emilia Faith Styles. I know it's a mouthful. She's still learning how to say it. With her hazel eyes, which she had surprisingly got from her mother, and her curly brown hair, of course from me, she brought joy wherever she went. I remember the first day she decided to follow that light at the end of the tunnel. I actually still have the scars on my hand from how hard Hazel held on while she pushed. When I first heard her little scream, I have to admit, I let out a few tears. I mean, it was my first daughter, that's acceptable right? She would always be my princess...Until the day she disappeared. The day I was stupid enough not notice the highly noticeable. The day I put my family in a heap of danger. The day I actually cried, hard. The day she was taken.