distance adoption

I am a young father, I've adopted a beautiful little girl of six.
The woman holding the baby is very cordial and gentle and, every week, she tell me everything about the baby's life: parties, school, friends, trips and a lot of photos making me feel there.

I'm up-to-date about every single event. I'm very happy. Moreover every week I can see the baby for some hours. Distant adoption is really wonderful.

But sometimes I stop myself while driving, walking, or at home watching that little bedroom I made for her, a room that is always empty. And I think I am her father. I think I'd like to take part to her life. I think about my legal appeal rejected by the court. I think I gave the semen, love, money. I think that institutions and people around lack of compassion and sense of justice.

Therefore I turn back into my ordinary thoughts and I think I'm happy about my distant adoption and I go on living my smiling life of marginalized person.

Me and my daughter we love each other. Please, let us be together