*go below for description and tw-s* I've loved my daughter forever, before she even existed. I can't do anything to make my daughter stay. All I can do is talk to her. She's just a baby. She's still just my fuzzball. ---------------------- This is a novella written in the voice of a loving father in conversation with his infant daughter, knowing that she doesn't have time left. With the limited time left, the father talks as much as he can with his daughter, trying let her know that he loves him even though she can't speak back. This is a story of love, loss and holding on. tw: death, trauma, chronic disease