Then, One day, like one of the prisms that you love so well, little girl, you danced into my life, and flecked my dreary old world with dashes of the purple and gold and scarlet of your own bright cheeriness.

I found out, after a time, who you were, and--and I thought then I never wanted to see you again.

I didn't want to be reminded of--your mother.

But--you know how that came out.

I just had to have you come.