Ok. Just watched the MJ service (yes, couldn't avoid it lol.. I'll explain later) My heart broke when I saw Michael's little girl try to make her speach. Maybe it is the mother in me, but I just wanted to hold that little baby and make all the pain she's feeling go away. Maybe it's a little of losing a parent (specifically a father) at a very young age that made my heart go out to her. No matter how she came into this world or how Michael got those kids. To her, she still lost her world. She lost her daddy. He was her world. I have a husband and a daughter. When I see the look on my daughter's face when her daddy walks into the room. There is nothing brighter. He is her hero. Her night in shining armor so to speak. I couldn't think of anything more devastating to her world than to lose that knight.
That poor baby girl. To any little girl who's lost her daddy (and yes, I know all too clearly of what I speak) Nothing, absolutely nothing takes that pain away.
Metal head or not. Paris Katharine Jackson is a very brave little girl.
