I'm Looking down at my daughter. Damn dose she have her fathers eyes. Big & brown, kinda like a puppy. They just draw you in. everything about her is him, the way she laughs, how she thinks, she the girl version of him..
I hold her as she goes back to sleep & I start to cry. Damn I miss him so much. His touch, his cinnamon smell, his humor, his morning love making, everything. Even though I miss him, but I couldn't stand the Secrets, the holding in, the closed-off-ness of him. As tears roll off my cheeks, I start to sing out My Broken Down Blues...
With the tragic lost of the love of his life, Bruno's only thing keeping him sane is his daughter Isabella. But will that be enough to keep him from losing his mind?