Can you hear me?

I sit here, looking out my window at the falling rain. My mind is adrift in a chaotic sea of thought. I feel so alone, and yet smothered by everything around me. I'm crying out, screaming inside. Can anyone hear me, or do my pleas fall upon deaf ears? I look to the grey sky as thunder crashes inside and out. Is that a sign or just a mere coincidence?

The thought that someday soon I may lose him is killing me. I hate being stuck in this place, doing nothing, and unable to be with those who need me. The waiting, the not knowing, its draining me until I have nothing left.

I hit my knees, eyes still locked on the grey sky and send out another plea. "Please, Please, if anyone can hear me. Please, don't take my daddy from me."