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I watch the help with my daughter and I scowl in anger and bitterness. Mae was born and it was a hard birth for me. I loved her when she was inside me. Whenever she would kick I would feel amazed at the knew life growing within me. But after she was born I became angry and bitter. It was as if I met her and I hated her. I hated most the fact that I couldn't love her. Every time I see her face it filled me with disdain. I blow out the candles on my birthday cake and make the one wish I long for most of all. I wish I could love my daughter.