Dear Child, It’s not your fault.

 Dear child that isn’t mine,  

You are my daughter’s sister that I didn’t chose, but it isn’t your fault. 

You were conceived in deceit and betrayal of the worst kind, but it isn’t your fault. 

You look just like a man I’m not fond of, but it isn’t your fault. 

One year ago I didn’t know you existed, one year ago my life wasn’t as confusing. One year ago I didn’t question the meaning  of what “ family” is like I do today. When I look at you, I see hints of my daughter and hints of your father. 

If I focus on what you mean for too long, I resent you. 

If I focus on you being my daughters blood, I love you. 

There is so much I’m uncertain of, but I am certain that in my daughter’s life, there could never be too many people to love her, so I will do my best to focus on love.