This happened years ago.  She was very young and had a nimbus of curls.  She was walking down a sidewalk holding your hand.  She was clearly enjoying your company. She kept calling you “my robin.”

When I think of the ways you failed her and why you should have done more, done something–advocated for her–that is the image I see in my head.  The last time I know for sure that your relationship to that little girl mattered.

At least to her.