I Have to Find Her

The child's face was small, her hands and feet were small, and her body was small. Compared with him, he seemed to be a giant, and she was a little doll. Kevin Kyle held her in his arms clumsily, but she cried and fell asleep in his arms. When she fell asleep, she was mumbling, as if to tell him that she was so sad and no one cared about her. Kevin Kyle stared at the little child for a long time and could not help but lower his head to kiss her face. Maybe it was because of his stubble, that she tilted her head and fell asleep again. Now the child was still young, and it was hard to tell whether she looked like him or Karen Daly. But no matter who she looked like, it was the most precious gift Karen Daly gave to him. ... A few days later, in a cemetery in the Chatterton Town. Kevin Kyle stood in front of Karen Daly's tombstone with his daughter in his arms and stood with Karen Daly for a long time. Then he said, "Karen, I have named our daughter, Karen Joy Kyle. I only hope she can liv