My Daughter, Forever and Always

She carried me in her womb
For nine months I was being formed
All alone by herself, my mother hid
July 11, 1997 I was born
My mother and father wept
Holding onto their first-born, their daughter
Two weeks later, my mother and father mourn
Wrapped in a blanket and placed in a basket
One last hug and kiss
She says goodbye and quickly fades in to the darkness
On the street of Dai-Shan, a little girl lays
So helpless and vulnerable
So many little girls-
All abandoned
All without a family
The mother goes back to her village
Going to the room where her daughter was born
She weeps as she holds a picture close to her heart
Every year on Dai-Jun's birthday, the parents mourn and cry
Not knowing if their daughter is okay, or even alive
The parents hold a picture of her and whisper
You are our daughter, forever and always