That Fun Age of 2

I lost my sweet, mild, loving daughter a few days ago. I am not certain as to when she may have left. During the night perhaps. She must have been pretty quiet though because I still have to get up to feed her brother and I didn't see or hear anything. She couldn't have gone out the front door because the dog would have had something to say about that. She must have packed pretty light too. Maybe a few fruit snacks, a bottle of juice she managed to hide in her room, and the pajamas on her back. No note (of course she can't really write yet). No "goodbye" (she tends to wave instead of actually say it). And her beloved stuffed animals, all 10,008 of them, are still strewn throughout the house. And now there's this highly emotional and tempermental little girl who spouts off the words "No" and "Go Away" at the drop of a hat that's living here. She looks identical to her. Sounds like her. The same height no that I think of it. But she doesn't act like her. She's refusing to eat much of anything placed in front of her. Nothing makes her happy. And time out appears not to bother her much or change her ways. It has been a sad and hard few days. For her parents that is. We're not certain when she'll return, although we've read that its not for a long while. We just know that we desperately want her back.

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