You will write poetry in the place of pleas.
You will choke on the words
"Sugar, spice, and everything nice"
and you will know that
"Nice"
is simply a shorter way of saying
"I would rather you laugh than I breathe."
You will not apologize until your lungs collapse and you will not apologize for the wheezing that follows. You will not siphon out your blood and organs because you thought someone else could make better use of them than you could.
When I call you my daughter,
You will know that does not mean donor.