She could melt an iceberg, she could. Join HuffPost Plus. A couple days passed, and I thought things were getting back to normal—well as normal as they could be, without my beautiful wife to come home to—when it happened. She had just perfected that signature the week before, for just this very event. Nasa felt a bone-chilling cold wash over her soul. I opened my eyes and there was Kaiya, smiling down at me. No, no, no!
Annika was crawling.
Daddy’s Little Angel
Very special. And the years later portion…makes me wonder how long the abuse lasted and when Nasa realized it was abuse. Oh my goodness. The exhibition proudly displays Neumann's photos, while raising the questions asked by anonymous online critics in a public sphere. Blog Archive. Over the incessant babble of my consciousness, one word kept coming to the fore.